Sooooo…I ended up with appendicitis after work on Thursday evening. At about 8:00pm that night, my abdomen really started hurting me, so I recused myself from the family and tried to lay down and get some sleep.
After about four hours of tossing and turning, vomiting (and not feeling any better as a result), I had the wife run me to the ER.
An agonizingly long sign-in process ensued, followed by an equally long wait to be seen by a doctor. In the meantime, I was given two separate dilaudid doses through my IV, neither of which helped. I was so fatigued as I hadn’t slept in over 24 hours at this point.
I told the doctor I thought I might have appendicitis, and he smugly and condescendingly informed me that there was very little chance of that, because of the rapidity of the onset of symptoms and where my pain was located.
I had xrays and was poked and prodded, and they couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
Then I had to drink two bottles of nasty stuff over the course of two hours in preparation for a CAT scan, which occurred yet another hour later.
So now its about 6:00am, I’m still in considerable pain, and Mr. Know-It-All Doctor comes back in and quietly informs me that the CAT scan revealed that i have appendicitis and that I will have surgery soon. If I wasn’t in so much pain I would have told him off a little because he laughed off the possibility hours earlier, but I let it slide.
So I got surgery, spent all day yesterday and part of today in the hospital, and now I am home. I had a laparoscopic procedure, so I have three neat little holes in mah belly. My abdomen is still swollen from all the CO2 they inflated it with, and I’m pretty sore, but surprisingly A-OK.
My first surgery ever. The pain I’m in now is orders of magnitude easier to deal with than what I had two nights ago.
Man, that shit hurts!