Mmm, morphine...
Coming in right at the top of the wtf-randomness-meter: I got appendicitis.
Wednesday evening I started getting killer stomach pains, but thought it would pass. After a couple hours of curling up on my bed, crying, my flatmates told me I should call a doctor. The doctor said I should go to a hospital, said it was probably a stomach bug or something but because of my age they had to rule out appendicitis. I went to the hospital and got given something for stomach problems. It didn't work. The pain subsided briefly, then kicked in like a bitch just as we went to a different hospital for a more thorough check-up. Which featured me staggering past some wards, sobbing from the pain, and the nurse saying "Do you mind not waking up all the other patients?"
Um. In agony here?
I threw up the oral painkillers so they stuck a thingywhatsit in my arm and gave me morphine. Which was sooooooo good. Killed the pain in minutes. Then, after much poking and prodding and the same questions asked over and over, I got to go to a ward and lie down (this at about 5.30am, now Thursday). At about 7am a bunch of doctors came round, said they reckoned it was appendicitis and I'd be put on the emergency op list.
Didn't get the op till 4pm Thursday. Was a bit scary, going under general anaesthetic, and when I woke up apparently I freaked out at having an oxygen mask on or the tubey thing, so my oxygen saturation dropped quite low. But when I'd calmed down I put the mask on, so I was okay. Turned out it was appendicitis (rather than an ovarian cyst, their other consideration). I spent Friday in a different ward, and my parents brought me home to theirs Friday night for several days R&R.
I have three little cuts - I got "keyhole surgery" rather than one big cut. One cut just under my belly button, one further down, and one off to the left.
I still can't quite get over the randomness of this all. One day I'm fine, next day I'm in agony and my appendix is going batshit on me. The surgeon said it hadn't burst or anything, was just inflamed, so it was a clean op and I should be fine. Just gotta take it easy for the next week or so.
Fucking random.
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He was also telling me to calm down and breathe more slowly.... again, not so easy when in agony. Asstard.
Glad to hear you're nicely drugged and feeling better... All's well that ends well, eh? :)
And don't worry... if you ever decide to have kids, the labor pains aren't anywhere near as bad as what you experienced. So... it's all downhill from here. *grins*
Take it easy, don't push yourself. Let your brain rest while you're at it.
Really? Sweet.
Because I was thinking at the time, if having kids is worse than this, then screw procreation.
Emergency Room doctors are some of the most incensitive people out there. I was seriously sick at one point last year and the doctor (like the dumbass she was) gave me Vicodin to help the pain. Well, I'd never had such a concentrated dose of codine (which is what vicodin is), and I either had an allergic reaction or simply OD'ed on it, because I got to the point where my automatic breathing reflex (that thing that makes you breath while your asleep) shut off and I had to force myself to suc kin air. It scared the ever-lovin'-shit out of me, so Becky took me to the hospital emergency room. You know what they did? They ran about $500 worth of test, shot me up with penacilin (which was useless, since I didn't have a damn infection), and then sent me home telling me I was fine. Now of course, they were right, the vicodin trip wore off, but they were some callous sonsabitches while I was sitting there, losing my mind, thinking I was going to die because I couldn't breathe. Assholes.
So yeah, I know where you're coming from.
And at least all healthcare here is free! =D *salutes NHS*