Him over the weekend

After doing pretty well this week cutting back a little, I let him have all the food he wanted. Mind you his version of “cutting back” is basically having ONLY 3 boxes of pasta a day or ONLY a gallon on ice cream a day lol. He just loves his food. So I made him 5 boxes of pasta and bought him 2 containers of ice cream. I was all set to document him eating it all until he got up with a moan and said, “bud no cameras today, I don’t feel good.” He rubbed his belly as he headed toward the kitchen where the pasta was already done for him. He finished a whole box for breakfast. He burped and farted and rubbed his belly, the corners of his mouth covered in tomato sauce. He seemed a little off, a little more tense. He must’ve had a belly ache, but he had to keep eating. He ended up finishing all 5 boxes and 1 of the 2 ice creams from noon to 9. I asked if he was gonna finish the ice cream and he just rubbed his belly and burped. The beast was not happy. He farted again and said his belly was killing him. We both assumed he had a bug or something. By the next morning, he was too sick to even eat. That was when I decided to take him to the hospital. Mind you it wasn’t easy transporting him! Had to hold him up as he had a big beefy arm around my shoulders. I got him and his big tank downstairs into the Uber. The shirt he wore was too small. His belly kept sticking out. I did my best to platonically cover it while we drove but his hand motions over his tummy kept making the shirt ride up his skin. He was absolutely massive in that Uber, completely dwarfed the backseat with his big arms over his big gut over his spread out legs.

Once we got to the hospitable I stayed with him while we waited for what seemed like hours. He was lying down on a bed in so much pain.🥺 Once the doctor and nurse finally came and ran their tests it had turned out to be appendicitis. I had to go home since I wasn’t family and the surgery was gonna be overnight.

Lying in my bed at our apartment without the big guy in the other room was so strange and depressing. I knew that it wasn’t a life or death thing but my god he was going through fucking surgery!

Thankfully everything went well and I was able to pick him up the next afternoon. He was so weak. I’m so used to him being large and in charge. Being that jock alpha. But he was wobbly and sleepy the whole way back to the apartment. I had made a trip to the grocery store that morning so we’d be all stocked up for his return!

But once we got back he plopped down on his bed and just went to sleep for 6 hours. Aww🥺 he eventually got up around 11 that night to swallow up a container of Oreos but that was it.

This morning, he’s been okay, very sleepy and not too hungry though. I made him soup and pasta this morning and tonight I’ll see if he’s in the mood for some takeout. I think the medication he’s on might be suppressing his appetite. But rest assured he’s eating, and he’s happy, albeit kinda groggy and grumpy lol. And I don’t mind spoiling and caring for him the next few days🥰

Will keep you all updated throughout the week! Thank you for being so supportive!