fredag 6 augusti 2010

Screwed appendix. Not fun. At all.

If you don't know what the appendix is, check it up on wikipedia. I can't really explain it properly.

Anyway, I was away camping for 3 days (Monday-Thursday). On the Wednesday night, I couldn't sleep. At all. Reason? I was in too much pain. How does that make sense? It was my appendix that caused the pain.
I was, no joke, on the brink of crying out of sheer pain. Several times, I might add.
Twice, again out of sheer pain, I puked. I rarely puke, especially out of pain. That's bad news right there.

Anyway, me and my mom took a cab to a hospital and to be honest, I want to blow that place up. For more reasons than one, I might add.
Yeah, I know what you might think "Why? It can't be that bad, can it?" but to be honest, it wasn't. It was WORSE.

First of all, the receptionist (I think her name was Linda or Nina or something, I didn't keep track nor do I care.) She's on THE list for me. ("THE list" is a list of people who can never be best friend with me).
She said, no joke, "Why'd you come here?"
I told her it was the appendix. What she replied "That was straight to the point" (or something to that effect, but still... How idiotic can you be?)
She told me it couldn't be my appendix. Reason? Because it's stomach flu season, apparently. And I had caught THAT. I did totally NOT have pain in my appendix.
Also, I "came in too early as I hadn't been in pain for long enough." (By this time, I had been in pain for about four hours, which apparently was "too little"... Freaking bitch.)
Needless to say, I wanted to yell at her but due to the pain, I restrained myself.

When I exited the receptionist area (admitting, it was really just a small room...) I overheard mom telling her she wanted to add to my journal that I have Aspergers Syndrome (call it Ass-burger or whatever and die asshole). Which I honestly doubt she did.

Now, by the time we got there, it was about 12:55 AM. At about 1:20 PM, I puked for the second time (the first time was when we were walking to the place where the cab was supposed to pick us up).

At about 1:40 AM, I was allowed to take some tests. And to be honest, here's why I doubt she wrote down I have Aspergers Syndrome. What happened? This:
The doctor led us to another room where he asked if I wanted to sit or lay down. I told him I'd prefer to sit but he said "No, you'll have to lay down." How... Nice.
Anyway, he did various tests but did NOT EXPLAIN what he did expect for on the first one. I had to ask my mom (she's a nurse, by the way) what in Hell's name that those tests did. Despite him hearing that I asked, he ignored me. Just how idiotic can you be?
On one of the tests, I was supposed to place my finger "there." Just where is "there"? I don't know. He didn't explain until later that I was supposed to stick IN my finger... How the hell was I supposed to know? I had never done those types of tests before!
Also, before you go on about "It's not their job", it actually is. It don't have to be detailed, but they have to explain to the patients what they're supposed to do and what they're going to test and similiar. Freaking morons.... Oh well.

However, "due to it being full, we might had to wait until morning for the test results." Which was... Not fun. At all. I was tired like hell by this time.
At 4 AM, I was allowed into another room to speak with the doctor. He came at 5:05 AM or so. No joke, me and my mom waited in that God damned room for an hour roughly.
When he, FINALLY, showed up, I learnt that it was my appendix (which it WASN'T at first...)
After that, me and mom called another cab. By this time, it was about 5:35 AM. The cab came at like 6:00 AM.

When we got back to the camping, it was about 6:27 AM. I had by this time been awake for 21 hours. I was tired like hell. Literally.

So yeah, my appendix is screwed. It can burst at any time and I have no clue as to when. It can be now, in an hour, in 3 days, in a week, in 10 days... I have no clue. All I know is that I have to undergo surgery if it does. Personally, I want to do it ASAP (As Soon As Possible) partly to have it done and partly... For personal reasons.

Also, if it bursts, I might die. Yeouch. The only person I really WANT to give a damn if I live or die, however, is one I rarely speak with... Also, it's my fault that we don't and I hate myself for it... *Sigh*

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