Well it was June 2004. I was shooting my bow like crazy in anticipation of bow season and for some reason I had been hitting my left arm a ton with the bow string, causing a big black and blue mark right on the big vein on my left forearm. I had been looking for a job that summer and finally the call came that I was looking for one day. They told me to go down and get drug tested in 48 hours or their offer would be lost.

So I putoff the drug test on day 1. One day 2 I woke up with a terrible pain in my lower abdomen. I mean the worst pain I have ever felt to this date. So I just try to "sleep off" the pain but when I awoke I could barely move. I jump in my truck and take off to the drug testing site which was about 30 minutes away. I had to pull my truck over several times because I felt so bad, felt like I was going to pass out. I knew I had to get to the hospital but I also knew I needed to get the drug screening or my family would be screwed because I would be out of the job. So I finally get to drug testing site and the place is packed. So I go back out into my truck and turn on the air conditioning because I was burning up. I laid down in my truck for about 30 minutes and then headed inside. They give me a number and now I am hanging out with a bunch of drug addicta and people just like myself looking to get tested.

About an hour later I am still waiting to be seen and am shaking and in miserable pain. Remember I still have those black and blue marks all over my left arm from shooting my bow. Well the pain becomes so bad that I just start cursing the worst curse words you can ever imagine in front of everyone. I try to hold it in but I can't. Everyone begins looking at the sweating, cursing man with black and blue marks all over his arms. I KNOW they think I am an addict. Guys I was letting off more curse words than Eddie Murphy Raw. They finally tell me it is my turn and I can't piss because I can't push due to the stomach pain. The guy tells me I only have a couple of more minutes or I will have to come back in 2 hours and try again. I knew right there that I would never make it back in 2 hours because I was heading directly to the hospital. So again I start letting out the worst curse words known to man to fill up a few ounces! SUCCESS! So I insta leave the testing site and drive off 10 minutes towards the hospital. Oh crap I forgot my birth certificate. I turn around and walk back in to the testing site and again everyone begins to stare at me, the druggy! They can't find my birth certificate and I tell them pleaseeeee get it now! Now the sweating druggy man is starting to create a disturbance. The finally find it.

I finally made it to the hospital and they tell me my appendix had probably burst in the morning. Thank god for narcotics!