[Q'alooaith]

I was eating when I opened this thread..

I'm still eating.

Finished.


I remember when I had my apendix out, I was at school, boarding school if you must know, it was wednessday.. Threw up a little bit, nothing too bad..

Thursday, side was a little sore halfway though the day, but we had PE so was probably just that..

Friday, owwieee, can't walk right it hurts to ly down, gotta stand up.. No they want me to do the sports day, no can't you tell I'm sick you fools..

Went home for the weekend, got home about 5pm, was still feeling under the weather, could no walk up the stair I felt so bad.. Slept on the sofa bed downstairs..

Saturday morning, feeling better though everyone now says I should see a doctor cause I look sick.. I don't feel too sick anymore, side hurts less now..

Saturday midday, doctors office, look's at my side where I said it hurts, there's a largish bulge that I'd not noticed, it's a little sensitive.. He send's me to the hospital..

Saturday afternoon, hospital say's they are gonna cut my apendix out but the anathessiologist is not there.. They say I should be fine..

Saturday late afternoon, injection in my arm and comments on how pale I look, it's somthing to do with the operation..

Saturday night, finaly the operation starts, some six hours after I first arrived in hospital, more stuff in the arm and they gass me, or try to ended up counting to 50 backwards before I dropped off..

Sunday morning, pumped full of muscle relaxants to keep me from pulling stiches..

Sunday midday, wake up nurse offers me painkillers, I refuse, it don't hurt at all, well appart from the place where they cut me..


and that's the story of my appendix, I'm told that the cutter said it burst after it was removed, so I was very very lucky.. Though I got put on one of them blippy machines (grey as a ghost they say)