Is gone.
I woke up Friday morning around 2 a.m. with awful stomach pain, and I though maybe I was just stopped up, but that wasn't the case.
We had to take a car into the shop Friday morning, so I drove it while the wife followed in the other car. I dropped her at work and oldest daughter at school, went home and died on the couch. Because I've had two ulcers in the last two years, the wife strongly suggested I call my doctor to get an appointment. I held out for a while but finally called and got an appointment for 2:30, called my Mom to take me and away we went.
The doctor poked and prodded on my stomach, making me wince and groan. Go to the emergency room, he said, and get a scan. Four hours after arriving at the ER, I got scanned and found my appendix was about 12 cm and fully enflamed, acute appendicitis.
Generally a 5 to 7 on the pain scale, one 10-second attack cranked that to 11. Because my blood pressure and pulse rate are generally low, they wouldn't give me morphine (shirt) for the pain. I was afraid they were going to try antibiotics, but thankfully they decided to pull that forker out. Finally, about 8 p.m., I was knocked out and went into surgery, woke up in recovery and moved to my private room. I was kind of in and out, my wife and in-laws showing up, with the wife staying until midnight (after about 6 p.m. that day, I lost all track of time).
I got some sleep that night, but it's hard to get comfortable with tubes and shirt sticking out of you everywhere and a flare of pain every time I coughed (did I mention I also came down with a sinus infection earlier in the week? Not a good combination.).
Saturday they gave me two oxycodone, some antibiotics and finally release me around 2 p.m., 36 hours after it all started. I got a script for 60 (sixty!) oxy pills, which seems like an awful lot, and some stool softeners for that narcotic induced constipation relief.
With my earlier ulcer, wife's surgery and youngest daughter surgery, we long since passed our insurance deductible, so this thing should cost us no more than a couple hundred bucks.
I can't imagine the pain that would have come if the damn thing had burst, but I'm glad to have the we have no idea what its function is organ out of my body once and for all.
Plus, drugs.
I woke up Friday morning around 2 a.m. with awful stomach pain, and I though maybe I was just stopped up, but that wasn't the case.
We had to take a car into the shop Friday morning, so I drove it while the wife followed in the other car. I dropped her at work and oldest daughter at school, went home and died on the couch. Because I've had two ulcers in the last two years, the wife strongly suggested I call my doctor to get an appointment. I held out for a while but finally called and got an appointment for 2:30, called my Mom to take me and away we went.
The doctor poked and prodded on my stomach, making me wince and groan. Go to the emergency room, he said, and get a scan. Four hours after arriving at the ER, I got scanned and found my appendix was about 12 cm and fully enflamed, acute appendicitis.
Generally a 5 to 7 on the pain scale, one 10-second attack cranked that to 11. Because my blood pressure and pulse rate are generally low, they wouldn't give me morphine (shirt) for the pain. I was afraid they were going to try antibiotics, but thankfully they decided to pull that forker out. Finally, about 8 p.m., I was knocked out and went into surgery, woke up in recovery and moved to my private room. I was kind of in and out, my wife and in-laws showing up, with the wife staying until midnight (after about 6 p.m. that day, I lost all track of time).
I got some sleep that night, but it's hard to get comfortable with tubes and shirt sticking out of you everywhere and a flare of pain every time I coughed (did I mention I also came down with a sinus infection earlier in the week? Not a good combination.).
Saturday they gave me two oxycodone, some antibiotics and finally release me around 2 p.m., 36 hours after it all started. I got a script for 60 (sixty!) oxy pills, which seems like an awful lot, and some stool softeners for that narcotic induced constipation relief.
With my earlier ulcer, wife's surgery and youngest daughter surgery, we long since passed our insurance deductible, so this thing should cost us no more than a couple hundred bucks.
I can't imagine the pain that would have come if the damn thing had burst, but I'm glad to have the we have no idea what its function is organ out of my body once and for all.
Plus, drugs.
