Bad bad week

So this time last week I was telling you that i thought i had a 24 hour bug. Boy was I WRONG!!! So Tues afternoon I was soooooo very hungry, as I'd only eaten saltines for a couple days, that I ate a couple pop tarts, and when they stayed down, I had chicken nuggets for dinner, well shortly thereafter my stomach started hurting again, and I thought I'd over done it with dinner, I didn't sleep at all that night and by 2:30am I was really in pain(which says alot since I have a pain tolerance, anyway)by 4:30am I was pacing back and forth on my side of the bed, trying to get the pain to ease up, but nothing helped, not sitting not laying, not walking nothing, so eventually I decided to take a hot shower(which turned out to be a great thing) cause hot water is very calming to me, it did help a little while I was in the shower but once I got out the pain was back in full force. Finally at about 6:30am I decided I couldn't make it any longer, and we drove to the emergency room, as we parked I remembered how very much I HATE emergency rooms(I don't know very many people who like them but I've had some bad experiences, so they kinda give me panic attacks) Tony asked if I thought I could make it til the urgent care opened at 8am, I said ya, so we drove over there, and sat it the parking lot for 50 mins. When we finally got to see the dr, he had me lie down which alone hurt, then he pushed on my stomach and even to my surprise it hurt REALLY bad on the right side only. I honestly was thinking I had a really bad case of the stomach flu, or possibly an ulcer at the worst, he had me give them a urine sample, and when that came back clear, he told us he wanted us to go to the emergency room(shutter)cause he was concerned that I might have appendicitis. So we really should've just stayed at the emergency room after all, but I didn't think it was that severe. And this is when the fun began!(note the sarcasm) They asked me for another urine sample, but as I hadn't eaten or had anything to drink(they told me not to) and I'd just given all I had like a half hour before, I wasn't sure I could, but after about 10 mins or so, I got up and managed it. Then they presented me with the worse Crystal light ever made!! as it had some culture in it to help illuminate your organs for a CT scan, it was way nasty, and I had to drink like 32 oz of the crap, it was gross. Then there was the IV. Lets just say you can still see all five places the needles went in, and in this case 5th time(3rd nurse)was the charm. At that point I couldn't tell which hurt more my arms or my stomach. They gave me a little morphine, and alot of liquids, oh and some anti-nausea meds, cause after the IV I really felt like throwing up. Then we sat there for hours, on the most uncomfortable bed with only one pillow, Tony rolled up his jacket for me to use, bless his heart! Then they finally took me to the CT scan, which is loads of fun it tells you when to breath, and then despite the fact that your frightened out of your mind, it wants you to hold your breath!! Ha ha ha very funny, I think they had to run my test like 3 times, cause I kept letting air out. Oh and then they put some different culture in the IV that makes your insides get all warm, and then you get the sensation your wetting yourself(which of course catches you off guard, so you once again forget to hold your breath!) When those good times were over we went back to the room, and waited some more. Then the nurse came in and said that the results came back positive and my appendix looked really "hot" on the test. Then the dr came in and said I did have appendicitis and that she suggests I get it taken out. Then the surgeon comes in and explains how it's done and all the vital organs in the way that could be potentially damaged, and I'm thinking I'll just die thanks! jk But it's way better than staying in the hospital for days, getting an antibiotic and hoping it goes away for good(which it rarely does) So then things start going fast(just when I'm in no hurry to be cut open...again) The next thing I know there are nurses everywhere, randomly asking me my name and birthday, and hooking things onto my bed. We barely squeezed in time for tony to give me a blessing. Then I was being wheeled away in my bed, to pre-op, where I lay for heaven only knows how long, probably not as long as it felt, told a few more nurses my name and birthday, then talked to the nice man who would put me asleep(my only friend in that place) Then he wheeled me to the door of the operating room and left me, staring into operating room #9. Great pre-show!! Just what I wanted to see! Then I finally get into the OR, they crack a couple of jokes I'm too nervous to get, my only friend tells me to count down from ten, I get to 8 and the next thing I know, some nurse is shaking me, and Tony is telling me I can't be sleeping beauty cause he couldn't wake me up.(maybe he's just not exactly prince charming?!JK he really is I was just WAY gone!)I would've thought to use this great sarcastic comeback at the time but groggy doesn't even begin to describe it! They tell me all I have to do is go to the bathroom and I can go home, so I suck down the water and apple juice, and did my business. They took the horrid IV out(which seemed a bit of a shame after all the work it took to get it in)and my mom helped me get my clothes back on, and off we went, I spent the next two days mostly sleeping, and taking Loritab to make the pain go away. So that was my week. This week should be better, assuming my gallbladder doesn't decide to abandon ship too. ;)