who needs an appendix anyway?

Posted on Sep 2, 2010 in Uncategorized | 15 comments

so the story is as follows:

i had a great few days relaxing in the hospital…

tuesday afternoon my stomach INSTANTLY started to hurt. it felt like i had eaten something bad…then it grew a bit in intensity but i was DETERMINED to go help my friend. so i went to Kims and cleaned her kitchen and bathed her girl and put her girl to bed and talked with her long into the night. at around 11 my tummy was starting to bother me big time so i went home and before i was home i was sure something was wrong. i keeled over on the kitchen table moaning and complaining (jokingly) to jon that my appendix was exploding. I changed and climbed into bed but with in ten minutes the pain had doubled. i was crying but it made it hurt worse so i tried to hold really still but that seemed to make it hurt worse so i walked around which seemed to make it worse.

no joking…lol

then i was positive i was dying. the pain had quadrupled since i had been home. jon pulled out some EMT books and then self diagnosed me as an appendicitis. we called a neighbor who came in to watch cooper sleep and went to the ER. i was in process immediately and had been diagnosed in one hour that it needed out. the man giving me the IV struggled in my arm for about ten minutes. the first vein was unsuccessful and the second worked after jiggling it back and forth for 5 minutes! i was in a rage about it. it freaking hurt! BUT it took my mind off of the tummy! the meds hit me INSTANTLY…which the nurse said was in the heroin family..so now i can say that i have done drugs…and that i hated that feeling of full body take over. I dont get how anyone would pay for that! (well, i guess i did! lol) Then jon said i proceeded to boss around people in the hallway that i could overhear walking by. someone was saying something like “How do they expect me to get there?” and i yelled…”walk!use your feet!” i think jon lies.

then i went into surgery. in and out in 20 minutes. 4AM

at 6 i woke up and was told a bunch of things all of which i promptly forgot.

at 8 i woke up starving and was told i would surely throw up if i ate so i went back to sleep.

at 11 i was up again and then i ate crackers and ordered a sandwich via hubby. mom showed up and we made fun of how poorly the nurses were doing. One nurse came in with my 2 pills and i said i wanted to start with one and take the other if needed…2 hours later i asked for the other which she decided she could no longer give me so i lived in pain for 2 more hours and begged for the pills numerous times. I took both the next time! lol.

i finally decided to take some morphine around 4…they said i would be leaving soon and it would help the car ride home…and i am sure it would have had i not stayed till 730! the paperwork for me to leave was “almost finished” since 4. then i took another hit of morphine to re-prepare for the ride home and here we are. i slept mostly till now. and i quit taking the hydrocodone today though because i cannot handle the itchiness it gives me! its like i have fleas! i woke up like 10 times just thoroughly scratching my body!

i am so thankful for western medicine where i can get that service! GLAD that the things that i complain about there this week are pitifully insignificant compared to the things my canadian family members have to complain about! so thankful this happened while we are not in socialized medicine yet! so thankful for our system and hope that we fight its continuance!!!

so here i am …my appendix was like 3 times the size it was supposed to be and ready to try and kill me…it failed.

one point…lindy