the thought of being cut up was far more palatable than the thought of *not* being cut up and letting my appendix fester until it finally burst, thereby (probably) killing me slowly with peritonitis. or quickly, i don't actually know how fast peritonitis kills the average person. i just know it is very difficult to treat and/or cure, and that it's often, if not *usually* fatal--which is why they don't mess around when you have appendicitis. but the final insult would be this: if i *had* gotten peritonitis, and they *had* been able to successfully treat it, they would still have had to go in and remove what was left of my appendix.
but yeah, italy won. everyone else in the room with me was routing for france, so i had to go for the italians. plus, the italian soccer players are way cuter than the french ones. i'm all about the cute. :-)
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Date: 2006-07-09 10:08 pm (UTC)but yeah, italy won. everyone else in the room with me was routing for france, so i had to go for the italians. plus, the italian soccer players are way cuter than the french ones. i'm all about the cute. :-)