It's completely unnecessary, and now it's gone. Good riddance to my appendix!
A week ago, following two bouts with stomach bugs since Christmas, I woke up feeling like crap yet again. My stomach hurt. My sides hurt. My back hurt. Matt and I had already rented a van to go to Williamsport for the weekend to pick up the remaining stuff my dad left us in his will, and this was probably our third attempt to do so. It's a lot of stuff, and every time we try to get it, I either get sick or we can't rent a vehicle large enough to pack it all in.
I have Matt drive me in the rental van to the Immediate Care Clinic nearby. It's about 10am. They see me in about 10 minutes from my arrival, and decide I need a CAT scan. (Insert jokes about waving cats that detect sickness over people here.) After I get the results of that, I am told I have acute appendicitis and need to get myself to the nearest emergency room.
Off we went. One thing led to another, and at 6pm they wheeled me in for my first-ever major surgery. Needless to say, I was pretty darn scared.
I spent most of this week at the hospital. My appendix had ruptured, so they had to do a traditional surgery and clean out all the icky pus. Some people are fortunate enough to get their appendixes (appendices?) removed laproscopically (how DO you spell that anyway?) these days, but oh no. Not me. Why would my body choose to do anything the easy way?
Yesterday, they finally let me come home, so here I am. I hope the rest of the year brings more health and happiness, but in a nutshell, I'm just glad all of that is over and done with.
There are many other tidbits from my hospital stay I want to share with you all, and also another major story from my personal life that you should know about. I'm excited that I'll have the time to do that this week--even if I am all hopped up on Percocet.
See you 'round the net!