As of Thursday at 3:30 in the morning, I no longer have an appendix and let me tell you, emergency appendectomy’s are no fun at all.
Here’s how it all began, Wednesday night at about midnight while Nate and I were watching the opening episode of Teen Mom 2, I got this awful twinge in my belly, right around my belly button. I didn’t really think much of it, since belly twinges are pretty normal. What isn’t normal is how it it got progressively worse throughout the night. By 4:30, I was in serious pain and by 8:30 I was throwing up (or gagging since there was nothing to throw up) and on my way to the clinic to see a doctor. Accompanied by Nate, the subway ride was grueling. After I paid 50 dollars, a man poked around my belly and told me that I might have appendicitis OR a really horrible virus. Neither was very appealing. Up until this point, appendicitis hadn’t even crossed my mind. I wasn’t feverish and my pain was pretty wide spread, so the suggestion of surgery sent me to the emergency room in an emotional tizzy. Nate went home to grab provisions and his cell phone while I sat in a waiting room for far too long. To make a long and very personal story very short, because everything was so inflamed they had a hard time deciphering my appendix from the rest of my abdominal insides and eventually operated anyway. My mom ended up flying all the way from California to hold my hand for a couple of days while I lay on the couch in a percocet induced haze (that didn’t last long, percocet is not my friend). I’m still slowly recovering, trying not to think too much about how far behind I now am in school and will hopefully be back on my feet very soon.
But, I mean WOW, I did NOT see that one coming.
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