Ok. So, Wednesday, I left to go to lunch, feeling a slight sharp pain in my right side. I got home, called my mom, and she told me to call my doctor and see if they knew what was up.
I went to the doctor, who immediately sent me to the emergency room. I was in surgery by 6 pm, and back in my hospital room by 9. Expedient little buggars, aren’t they?
It turns out that my appendix did in fact need to come out. It wasn’t to the point of almost bursting, but it was well on its way.
They also found out that I had an ovarian cyst, the size of a golf ball, on my left ovary. How could I not tell that I had a cyst that big? I don’t know. So, they took care of that too, and now I’m all doped up on painkillers.
Anybody else have an experience like this? I can’t tell you anything I did on Thursday, except that they kicked me out of the hospital at 5:30. I’m staying at my parents house right now, which is fun, but I am so ready to go home. (A 2 year old baby niece who wants to play “Horsie” all day is about to drive me NUTS!)
Wow. I wish they’d been as expedient when I got my appendix taken out. I’m glad you’re ok!
(When I had appendicitis, I was curled up in a fetal position in my bedroom in excruciating pain for a day and a half before mom could convince our HMO to let her take me to the hospital; once in the hospital, I sat in the emergency room for two hours before anybody even paid attention to me (and it wasn’t even busy, there were just a bunch of old people coming in). Finally Mom got somebody to put me on one of those gurney things, but even then I saw five doctors once each in the next twelve hours. Each doctor breezed in, told me it was probably just the flu, perhaps prescribed another test (I had ultrasounds done and everything), and breezed out. Finally, fourteen hours after I’d come to the hospital, a new doctor came on shift, stopped by to see me, and had me immediately whisked into the OR… and by that time, my appendix had burst, and I ended up getting a secondary infection because they didn’t clean me up enough inside, and I was in the hospital for three weeks and had to get home nursing for another month while the gaping wound in my side closed by itself - they couldn’t sew it back up because of the secondary infection - and now I have this gigantic hideous purple scar across my lower abdomen; ask Gunslinger, he’s seen it. Not that I’m bitter.)
Well, right now, (it’s been almost 3 days) it feels like my guts are going to come out of my belly button. They did everything orthoscopically, (sp?) so I have a hole in my belly button, one an inch or two below, and one about 2 inches to the right of my belly button.
I have to hold my stomach to get up off the sofa or get out of bed. But, the drugs are good, and they basically keep me loopy, so I guess it’s ok.
I’m sure I’ll be hurting tomorrow. I’m going back to my apartment tonight, and I have to climb up a flight of stairs to get there.
Thanks, racinchikki. I wish yours had been as quick and easy as mine, too!
racinchikki… shouldn’t you have sued for malpractice or something? Seriously, 14 hours before anyone gave you a serious examination… the delay being what led to the chance of infection??? That’s truly f*cked up.
Speaking of…one of the pillars of this board’s brother had an emergency appendectomy, they nicked his pancreas, and now he’s got a cyst on it and is being fed through tubes while they figure out what to do. Prayers and well wishes would be welcome, I’m sure.