Are you going to get a prosthetic appendix?
YAAY!, I’m home now!, it feels good to be back in familiar surroundings, and my own bed, i’ll take it easy over the long weekend, so I’ll be ready to go back to work on Monday
I actually discovered the effects of the prescription meds, making me sleepy seems to be the main side effect
Wish I had my appendix in a jar, I’d use it as a target for my old Parker VH grade side-by-side shotgun
according to the Doc, I couldn’t have timed the appendectomy any better, while it wasn’t infected, it wouldn’t have been much longer before it was, and that’d require more drastic surgery than my simple Arthroscopic procedure
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Yep. I got some Versed to “calm me down” but the first time I was wheeled right away into surgery, and the second time, it wore off before I got wheeled into surgery.
Put the mask on, breathe and boom…nothing until someone is waking you up. Do they give you wake up drugs, or do you start to come out of it naturally once they’re done giving you the anesthesia? Is anesthesia a continual thing, or do they just monitor you and give you a dose every now and then? I know they were monitoring my brain waves…none of this horrific Awake Under Anesthesia at my hospital.
I do remember having a dream my second surgery. I don’t remember what it was, but I must have been close to the end if I went into REM.
There was no mask for me, I got the anesthesia intravenously, one moment I was awake, the next moment, I was waking up in recovery, time basically stopped it was bizarre
I’m just glad the surgery wasn’t performed by Gumbies
[Gumby]I’M HERE TO A-NEES-THE-TISE YOU![/Gumby]
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The silver lining is that you’ll never have appendicitis again.
Probably nothing, but there are several theories.
I’m just hoping the OP eventually supplies follow-up material about his experience, y’know, supplementary observations and information not critical to the main body of the thread, but which supply interesting extra data. Some kind of adjunct, or afterword, maybe something of a complement.
You know what I mean.
Anesthesia is kinda bizarre. Versed is, too, the last time I had surgery they gave me something (I assume Versed, could have been something else) while I was in the waiting area and I don’t remember a damn thing after the room kind of tilting sideways until I woke up in recovery.
I’m going to give my appendix a good talking-to about not getting all nasty and infected.
I’m glad you’re home and doing better. Surgery sucks.
Versed just makes me loopy. I tend to crack bad jokes and hit on remotely attractive doctors and hospital staff when I’ve been given a dose of it. The first time I got Versed I was 15 years old, and my mother tells me that the whole OR staff was cracking up at me. I prefer to say they were cracking up WITH me.
I had my appendix out in 2005. My husband and I were at the ER, and a cute doctor was taking my history. It was the Saturday night before the Super Bowl, and I had recently started my first attorney job in the Public Defender’s office, where I was scheduled to cover in-jail arraignment court on the Monday following the Super Bowl. So when the conversation turned to the Super Bowl, I couldn’t help but ask the doctor if the old urban legend was true that Super Bowl Sunday was the day with the highest rates of domestic violence. I was curious to see how work was going to go on Monday, you see.
Needless to say, the doc instantly got a very concerned look on his face and said “Do you think that’s a problem here?” My poor husband nearly passed out. Also needless to say, I did not end up going to work on Monday, as I was recovering from emergency surgery.
Since this thread seems to have lost it’s vitriol and has become more of an “observations of an appendectomy patient”, could one of the mods please move it to MPSIMS, where it’d be a better fit?
anyway, some further observations, interesting but not important, information i’d like to, well, append for lack of a better term 
first off, this experience has gotten me over my dislike of hospitals, and the stress of having my blood pressure/vitals taken, previously, when having blood pressure checked, I always got stressed out, and coincedentially turned in erroneously high numbers, my actual BP is a reasonably healthy number
secondly, right now, without meds, my pain is localized to the incision locatiion to the left of my bellybutton, and is approx 4 out of 10 when unmedicated, ignorable but annoying, most of the pain is actually from residual bruising caused by the Heparin Sodium anticlotting meds they had me on, when self-medicating with 400mg (2 gelcaps) of Ibuprofen, the pain drops to about a 3, I was on 800mg Ibuprofen 3X day after meals in hospital, so I know I can safely tolerate up to that dosage, but will only self-med to that level under major pain, which I have yet to experience
the generic Percocet will NOT be used, unless I find myself in OH MY OG, KILL ME NOW! levels of pain, I have no desire to become addicted to narcotics, and seeing how Percocet brings on a wonderful sleepy, drowsy state (and I LOVE sleep!), I can see how people can become addicted to the stuff, it’s dangerous stuff…
once the bruising clears up over the left incision site, I should be good to go, and I’ll have four cool little scars to boot
It amazes me how effective Endoscopic surgery is, a real miracle of modern medicine, four minor incisions, slide in a camera, a gripper tool, cutter/stapler (wonder if they used a miniature red Swingline, if not, I’ll have to burn the hospital down), and a CO2 jet to keep the abdomen inflated, a few snips and the appendix is an afterthought
the only thing better would be if we could get Star Trek style transporter style surgery, and simply beam the appendix out, that’d be truly cool
Wrong. If you take it and you’re not in pain, you can get hooked. If you take it while you’re in pain, chances are, you won’t get hooked.
There’s a reason your doctor prescribed it. Note, he probably gave you only a few pills and there’s no refill. There’s no need to suffer.
I was on Tylox, which is a combination of Oxycodone and Tylenol. I was allowed to take six a day, but only needed three a day.
Ivylad has been on Oxycontin and Hydrocodone, the big ones. He’s not on them currently, and is not chasing down street dealers on the corner trying to get a bag of pills. He took them for pain, and now his pain is being managed via a pump implanted in his stomach.
Did your tastes change? I got a bag of Nutter Butters (my favorite) and they taste horrible. This isn’t uncommon after an operation for me, but I wonder if it happens to others?
How about depression? Post op depression is nearly always a given for me. Such that friends can often predict where I am in the recovery cycle by when the depression sets in.
<Raises hand> That would be me! 
Oh, those anti-clotting shots were the worst. I had three or four knotty racquetball-sized bruises in each thigh from those evil motherfuckers. The worst part was when they’d wake me up in the middle of the night to give them to me.
Nope and nope, no taste change, no depression, the worst parts of the hospital stay weren’t the surgery, or the vitals checks, it was being hooked up to saline drips and having a remote monitor strapped to me constantly, I felt like a friggin’ Borg, I could tolerate the IV butterfly needles going in for IV drips and blood work, (thank Og for my high pain tolerance) but those frakkin’ Heparin shots, as Drain Bead confirms, they were just plain evil
the actual shot itself was painless, I never even felt the needle, there was more pain, a hot, stinging, burning pain from the compound itself
as far as food goes, Hospital food has the reputation of being bad, right down there with airline food, but York Hospital, well, their food was GREAT, after a light breakfast (Yogurt, Cheerios, and OJ), I had the BEST lobster roll I had ever had, it was big, tasty, perfectly seasoned, just a touch of mayo, a lettuce leaf, a little Old Bay seasoning in a soft roll, York Hospital calls it their Signature Lobster Roll, and it can compete with the best lobster rolls from The Weathervane, Bob’s Clam Hut, and Bosn’s Landing, it was great, heck, I’d go back to the York Hospital Cafe just for the lobster roll alone, I’m a Seacoast Mainer, I KNOW good lobster when I taste it, and this thing tasted like it was made from lobster just minutes off the boat
And no, it wasn’t because I hadn’t had any food for 28 hours previously, the YH lobster roll was that good, heck, it was better than the one I had at Cooks Resturant in Bailey Island Maine (the “unnamed seafood resturant” featured in the old Visa “Everywhere you want to Be” campaign)
I don’t know. If you really really like the way that Percocet feels, and you can imagine why people get addicted…then be fucking careful and use only what you need. Then flush the rest as soon as you are better.
Many a pain patient has gotten addicted to their narcotic pain meds. It happens so very easily. Trust me, I know. 
I wish I’d never taken that first pill.