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Tired Thursday (3rd): I had a slight stomach ache… and my -ahem- "lady time of the month" had started a day ago, so I really just thought everything was a mix of the three hour car ride to No Brand Con and the carsickness and a little bit of cramping. We had gotten a pizza and I ate pretty slowly, and I was more stressed over our lodging arrangements for the night.
Friday (4th): Slowly things got a tad worse. we got some Advil to help the pain, since I was "cramping" a bit worse. Half the time I felt like someone had slammed me into a table once or twice. I had very little trouble with anything, but I couldn't bring myself to really eat. Or drink more than water. We got Taco Bell and I ate all my food, but by the last few bits I was forcing it.
Saturday (5th): I was forcing myself to walk, and I felt like my stomach was being punched over half the time. There was a little nausea, but mostly it happened when I thought of, saw, or smelled food. My lady time was just finishing up, so I figured the pain would stop over the rest of the night.
Sunday (6th): My boyfriend and I started heading home from the con and by then, my stomach was really painful, and the pain was really sharp and started moving itself to the right side of my abdomen. I moved slowly, and felt extremely sick. I slept from like… 4 pm to 6, my boyfriend was letting me sleep next to him while he watched TV. And he kept asking me if I wanted anything. We relocated from the couch to the bedroom at 6, then we went back to sleep. Until about midnight, where I took a shower, and heated up two pieces of pizza. I was able to eat about a piece and a half, then a little bit of cereal. Once that was done, about an hour or two after I ate those things, I threw them back up. I felt a little better and went back to sleep at like 3 or 4 am.
Monday (7th): I woke up at like 10 am and refused to really do much since my entire abdomen really really hurt. My dad had said if it kept going til Wednesday or Thursday I should to go a doctor. I couldn't really move, but I wanted kool-aide so my boyfriend said he'd take me to walmart for jello and kool-aide to settle my stomach a little. That's when I noticed that my right lower abdomen hurt enough to make me limp. I was also a little tired and sickly feeling. And I kept having a slight fever that came and went. After we got home, I ate some jello and only made it through a few bites before it started to make me feel nauseous. By this time, I was really hungry so I thought something might seriously be wrong with my stomach. So I went to google at about 8 pm to search my symptoms and see if it matched anything, maybe something that I would be able to buy some cheap medicine for, maybe sleep for a while, and it would go away. Well I came across "Appendicitis" and thought "What?" and I looked into it. The symptoms matched
loss of appetite sharp pains in lower right abdomen vomiting sometimes fever pain is worse when talking, coughing, or making any sort of sudden movementschills
So yeah, basically I was a little freaked out and Mike said "we're going to the Emergency Room, all the stuff says "See a doctor immediately"" So, we hopped in his car, and headed off. I was in the waiting room for only a few moments, then I was called in, gave a urine sample, then sat for a long time, then asked for Mike to come in. Then my mom showed up and I got blood drawn and an IV put in me, with some morphine and nausea medication, which made my pain calm WAY down. Then I also had a catscan. By this time it was almost 1 or so in the morning. The doctor came in and said that all my test results were in and that my appendix HAD to come out, and at 7 am, I was going to go into the Operating Room and have it taken care of.
Tuesday (8th): Then I was pretty scared by this point since I'd never had stitches, broken a bone, had any surgery or ANYTHING so I was scared. My dad showed up about 3 am, and I got a bit of rest at like 5 til 6 or so, when the nurses started coming in again for more morphine and a little bit of nausea medication and to take another blood sample (which hurt really bad and left a bruise this time.) and then they came in with a stretcher and Mike was the only one who followed me right to the Recovery room for a good amount of prep, then they asked him to leave, he gave me a kiss, told me he loved me and headed off. I got a patch behind my ear to help with the nausea that would be caused by the anesthesia.
Then they rolled me into the room and helped me onto the operating table. The nurse man told me that he was hooking up some of the anesthesia to my IV, and the last thing I remember is the IV being hooked up to the medication and then nothing. I woke up in the Recovery room really groggy and not really able to talk much. They made sure I was kind of awake and got rid of some of my useless pieces like the heart monitor and nose breathing thingy and the hair hat thing.
Then it was back to the main room where everyone was waiting for me. I was a little sleepy, but I was also told that after I eat something, drink something, and pee I could get my IV out and leave. So I made it a point to eat, drink, pee and get OUT of there. Once I did all that, the nurse came in and unhooked my IV and my mom helped me out of my gown and into some NORMAL clothes and I was wheeled out of the building and next to Mike's car. We went to Walmart on the way home, filled my prescription of Vicodin for the stomach pains where the incisions and pinch marks (apparently I'm so skinny they had to PINCH my skin to actually keep the area open and ready the whole time). Then we got some ice cream (which felt nice on my throat) and headed home. When we got home, all I wanted to do was sleep. which I did.
Overall I'm feeling SO much better than I was before. Although I still feel a little bit of pain in my stomach, but I'm okay.
