So… stump appendicitis IS real. It's a very rare thing to have. It's a complication after having an appendectomy. I don't want to bore you with any medical talk, so, here's the next chapter!
CH5: Slowly Recovering and Debbie's Return
Deale's POV:
"Hey, honey," Mother said as Aunt Abigail slowly woke up, "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," Aunt Abigail said, "Who's the blonde lady? The one who's supposed to be giving me the pain killer?"
"No, Mother," Catty said, "This is your daughter-in-law, Debbie Jellinsky."
"Hello, Mrs. Craven," Debbie said with a sweet smile, "Are you recovering well?"
"Her color looks good," Catty said, "But it's all about the vitals."
"Can you please stop speaking in medical," I asked. When it came to medical terms and medicine, I was completely lost.
"Ugh," Caitlynne groaned, "Vitals are what your body does."
"What," I asked.
"Vitals are breathing," Mother said, "pulse, blood pressure, and heart rate."
"Oh." A doctor came in.
"Hello," she said sweetly, "I am Dr. Gertrude Wynn. I just came to see how Ella was doing." We gasped. No one called Aunt Abigail "Ella" ever. She always considered it an insult because her middle name was Estella. Just like calling Caitlynne "Katie."
"Don't call me Abby," Aunt Abigail moaned softly, "I consider that an insult."
"Oh, so you're Estella Craven," Dr. Wynn said, "I came to check your vitals." Aunt Abigail eyeballed Dr. Wynn. We all did.
"It's ABIGAIL," Aunt Abigail flared, "Abigail Estella Craven."
"So sorry," Dr. Wynn apologized. She checked Aunt Abigail's vitality or whatever.
"Everything looks good," Dr. Wynn said, "Only your heart rate is just a little faster than normal, and your blood pressure is slightly elevated. Otherwise, you're good to go."
"Wait," Aunt Abigail said, "What is supposed to be my normal rate?"
"Well," Dr. Wynn said, "The average heart rate for a 70-year-old woman is between 86 and 121 bpm. Yours is 134."
"So it's not all bad, right," Aunt Abigail asked.
"No," Dr. Wynn said, "You can get your clothes on and head home. No physical activity or contact, okay?"
"Alright," Aunt Abigail said.
"So you're Fester's mother," Debbie asked, sweetly.
"His name is Gordon, and yes," Abigail said as she got into her clothes, "Danielle, you'll have to cover for me. Debbie?"
"Yes, Mrs. Craven," Debbie answered.
"Would you like to be an extra set of hands for us, dear," Abigail asked, "And please, call me Abigail. But when you're near the freaks, my name is Hyacinthe. You'll need an alias, too. How about-"
"Lorraine," Caitlynne's suggestion came.
"I like Veronique," I said, "It sounds like an independent woman."
"What about Marguerite," Aunt Anna asked, "It takes me back to the move Camille."
"I love that movie," Aunt Abigail said.
"Don't go old school pick a name," Catty said.
"Or better yet, let Debbie," I said, "What name do you like best. Marguerite, Veronique, or Lorraine?"
"I'm gonna go with Lorraine," Debbie said, "It was my grandmother's name."
"Okay, now you need a last name," I said, "You can't be Lorraine Jellinsky or Lorraine Babineaux. I've got it! Lorraine Bouvier! It's a classic!"
"I love it," Debbie exclaimed, "So what am I going to do?"
"Tomorrow," Caitlynne said, "While Aunt Anna has the children down for breakfast, Deale and I will show you how to get to the vault." A devious smile came on our faces.
