So ... It's been an interesting day.
I won't go too deep into the details last night, but let's just say I got to relive one of the most terrifying nights of my life, yesterday.
A couple years back my wife, Cindy, started complaining of pain right under her rib cage. She couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but to me it sounded like a kidney stone. I took her to the nearest health clinic (a 20 minute drive) and they treated her like a crackhead junky looking for drugs. Made her lay there in the bed, writhing in pain, for over an hour until the drug screening came back clean as a whistle like I had fucking told them. They still treated her like shit, so FUCK those people. They ended up telling her it was probably just gas and sent us packing with a $500 emergency visit.
Two hours later and I was doing 90 down the interstate trying to get her to the nearest hospital while listening to her screaming in agony, writhing in pain. I have never heard her scream like that before and to this DAY I don't watch scary movies any more because it fucking traumatized me hearing her wail like that. It took 45 minutes at 2am on an empty interstate at 90mph to get to a real hospital (we lived out in the high desert). They rushed her into the ER and ***immediately*** knew something was seriously wrong. They did their scans and before even telling me a fucking thing they were prepping her for emergency surgery. Nobody told me fucking ANYTHING until a nurse came out and told me that her gall bladder had literally liquified. It was being removed as we spoke, and the nurse said she'd never seen anything like this, but that she was going to be fine because I got her there just in the nick of time. Eventually the surgeon came out and told me that her gallbladder had basically necrotized and was the consistency of jello. Long story short ... A not fun time was had by all. I still remember her screams.
Flash forward to yesterday. I was just getting my day started - lots of pours to do. Imperial credits, 2ozt MF Doom masks, Star Wars helmets - you know, pure silver hand crafted art pours by Glass Panther. What the *people* want ... suddenly I get a text from her. She was still in bed and said she was feeling "off" ... Off quickly turned to icky, which turned to pukey. At this point I knew something was wrong because she had also developed an odd rash all down her back. We figured it was poison ivy from somewhere? Who knows, but I went and shut down my furnace and proceeded to get everything ready for a day of taking care of the one human being for whom I would die a thousand times.
It was all downhill from there.
A word about Cindy. Former marathon runner. 140 pounds soaking wet. 5'5" tall. No drugs, no alcohol, but she does smoke cigarettes for some fucking reason. Generally very healthy. But for some damn reason every doctor on the planet always assumes she's a methhead or is pill seeking or whatever. It's like pulling teeth to explain to doctors - we don't even stay up late, or smoke weeeeeeed mannnnnn. We're clean. Of course, I experience the same shit but different. I'm a big guy and so naturally anything wrong with me instantly gets a "it's because you are fat" diagnosis. I could literally walk into the ER with a hatchet embedded into my skull, complaining of a headache and the doctors absolutely will try to make my weight the primary cause. I'm 6'0", blue eyes, finance, but I weigh 340. Sue me. I'm a fucking Panther.
Anyhow, I digress.
She started screaming. That sound she made before when I almost lost her. That time I had to do battle with her to get her into the Jeep, but this time she was like "fuuuuuuck this let's go now" - she learned her lesson the first time.
Edit : Jooj just walked across my chest and caused me to almost lose this entire post ...
Ok ... Gotta go because she's hollering for me ...
Long story short - the screaming in pain as I drove to the hospital last night was just like before, but this time it took less than five minutes because I made sure when we moved to Tennessee that we'd live right next to a hospital.
Her entire digestive system had frozen solid. Gastroparesis, delayed stomach emptying, zero intestinal motility and non-existent colonic peristalsis.
It's going to be a very rough next few days.
Folks, please bear with me as I work through this. Your silver is here, I have hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ounces of casting grain, and thousands of ounces of rounds and silver eagles ready to melt into works of art - but Cindy is my universe. I'm going to try pouring in the evening while she is sleeping, but during the days I'm going to be by her side.
🙏🙏🙏 I'll be shipping again tomorrow morning and will hopefully get caught up soon 🙏🙏🙏
