I forgot to mention, though it's not particularly revolting, that when you keep throwing up in hospital, they put a tube up your nose and down into your stomach, while you're still fully awake. And because I couldn't stop throwing up, they put this massive tube up my nose. I mean really big. When they're pushing it down your throat, you cough and splutter and generally wonder what you could have possibly done in order to deserve this. Once it is in, however, it is normally no problem until they come to take it out. This particular tube, after almost choking me (not a good thing to happen when every movement presents the risk of making you throw up), then had to be stuck to the top of my nose so I could still breathe. Unfortuantely, the top of my nose couldn't naturally fit the tube in, and so it caused me pain for the whole week it was in.

I don't know if any of you have had one of these tubes in before, but for the first day after it is put in, it is very uncomfortable. After that, you don't really notice it unless you try to talk. In fact, talking is made quite painful, and so I began to just write anything down that I needed to say. When it was eventually came out, it also dragged out the largest amount of snot I've ever seen. Not pleasant.

Well, as I'm in hospital story-telling mode: the first time, out of two, I was in , I had to go without drink or water for about three weeks (water was given to me through a drip). Anyway, if you don't drink for this long, you'll find your tongue goes quite crusty and furry making it almost impossible to bend. Not nice. Also, as I'd been lying in bed for about a month and a half. I couldn't walk and so I had to be given walking lessons every day.

Luckily, this happend at the end of the school year and so I didn't miss anything important, though I did miss most of my summer.

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me...

[ 01-05-2005, 06:59 AM: Message edited by: Blunderbuss ]

Well when I had my appendicitus at the age of 12 (I think) I was playing football when it all started and then I just started being sick. I think nearly 40 times that day. So the next day I had to go into hospital and did tests etc. and confirmed it was an appendicitus (it was quite funny, the first doctor saying it wasn't classic signs of an appendicitus ((he could barely speak English and I didn't have a clue what he was asking me, so I just kept nodding)) and then the second Scottish doctor saying it was classic signs of an appendicitus, right infront of the first doctor)

Luckily for me I had no after effects even though I got a knock in the stomach only about a week and a half after the operation.

So how long were you in hostpital for?

I once did nearly the same thing. My ingrown toe-nail was going brown, and starting to peel of from the bottom upwards, so in the end I just yanked it off. It was a bit sore, because I only had 1/2 to 3/4 of a toe-nail for a bit, but it grew back.

I was in hospital for about four weeks. But my appendicitus was really bad

Well back in the days of playing hide and seek etc. (when I was 10 I think) I was at a mates house and we were playing. It was a nice night, and about 10pm. I was "it" and it was hide and seek tig, so I was running after one of the others when I slipped on their newly tarred road, there just had to be a big stone there. It went right up through my knee about 11cm. I looked down and nearly fainted, because it was totally gushing with blood. The worst thing was, being on my knee meant that if I moved it it was even worse. So I got carried inside and my mates mum is a nurse, she told me I'd need it stitched. My dad (a vet) came and picked me up at about 11, and I had a couple of towels to catch the bleeding (which got totally covered in blood and were actually red.)

Being a vet he offered to stitch it up himself, but I didn't fancy it much and so he took me to hostpital. By the time I got their and got seen it was 1am and it was still bleeding, at which point they said the couldn't operate because they were short staffed. Which meant a night in hospital. Got it all fixed up the next day and I have a nice scar to recall it all.

Oh, and when I went for to get my appendix out I wasn't allowed to eat for 3 days (no where near as bad as your 3 weeks blunderbuss) and my weight dropped to 3stone or thereabouts. (at the age of 12)

Well, I'm finished now :D

Oh my! Don't have anything anywhere near the stories already told here! Blunderbuss, I think you win the award for worst results of a surgery and hospital stay! [img]graemlins/wow.gif[/img] (LOL, just realized this smiley is called 'holy crap!' haha...how ..err. well appropriate!) :D

My worst is definitely lightweight compared to the rest of your posts! I do get a little green remembering how the dentist had to use a 'mosquito' instrument (kind of a corkscrew thing) to drill into my jawbone to break up a wisdom tooth. I was on 'laughing gas' but still could hear it grinding. Was weird to feel so diassociated from things but know that he was grinding up tooth and bone... [img]graemlins/confused5.gif[/img]

Still no contender, but there was the time when one of my cats was a wee little kitten and had a cold. She'd been projectile sneezing (yes, it's not common but they do and she had some whopping big kitty boogers! LOL) and after she produced a rather large specimen, she walked over and ate it! [img]graemlins/saywhat.gif[/img] Must say that had me gagging for a few minutes.

Projectile sneezing? Egads, Cloudy... now I trust cats even less [img]smile.gif[/img]

I'm starting to think this thread needs some kind of warning label on it... do not read while eating (or wanting to)... :D

Your wish is my command. :D

awww man :( Too late Blunderbuss [img]tongue.gif[/img]
I gots spagetti on me now [img]tongue.gif[/img] :D

She was such a tiny, dainty little kitten, too! :D Thankfully, her upper respiratory infection didn't last too long. I could also add the story of the time I warned my housemate that the kitten was projectile sneezing and the roomie laughed at the idea. Right after that she walked into my study as the cat was sitting up on a storage chest, sneezing, and didn't duck....she got a huge deposit right in the middle of her tee shirt. The look on her face was priceless and I must sheepishly admit that instead of rushing to her aid with a tissue, I sat and laughed til my sides hurt. [img]graemlins/laugh2.gif[/img]

[ 01-05-2005, 10:03 AM: Message edited by: Cloudbringer ]