I was 19 and coping with pain and nausea since our wedding for two weeks before Hubby took me to the emergency room and I was admitted for Honeymoon Appendicitis. It is just like regular Appendicitis, but it coincides with your honeymoon, possibly because of stress.
Once I was allowed to get out of bed and walk around, I sat in the lounge area that overlooked a parking lot where I could see my bother and sister who were underage for visiting in the hospital. After waving at me, I sat down with my parents, and watched my brother and sister playing around the fire hydrant.
“What are they doing,” I asked.
“They are trying to unscrew the fire hydrant,” said Dad.
I thought that was funny, and laughed, which wasn’t a good idea. I could just imagine the water shooting up into the air like in a cartoon. To calm me down, Dad said, “That’s not funny.” By the way I was laughing, I obviously disagreed. Imagining the water shooting high into the air after my brother and sister unscrewed a fire hydrant was very funny, and Dad calmly telling me it wasn’t seemed like the funniest joke yet. The more Dad tried to calm me down, the more amused I was. I laughed so hard I cried, while holding a pillow against my stomach to keep from popping my stitches.
Finally Hubby took me back to my room, and let me calm down. Thanks to that appendectomy I got an entire month off before I was allowed to go back to work. That was the good old days. I doubt you would get so much time off today.