I'm back. An ounce and a half lighter.
48 hours ago I was feeding my daughter lunch and complaining that I didn't feel very well. My stomach hurt. I was gassy. I was icky. Waaaah. Poor me.
6pm Tuesday: Kevin brings me home Gas-X and Beano. Tell me he is owed big time for having to go to the store and buy Gas-X and Beano.
6:30pm: First call to Dr. Lippert. He suggests milk of magnesia. We all still think it's intestinal.
8ish: Low grade fever and severe pain is now localized in lower right quadrant. Second call to Dr. Lippert. Off to the ER. Can you see where this is going?
9ish: In ER. Trying to get pain meds without sounding like a junkie.
10ish: Next person to push on my stomach and ask "Does that hurt?" is going to lose an arm.
10:10pm : Angel in scrubs finally gets an IV started and gives me morphine. Am planning on leaving Kevin for her.
11:45pm CAT Scan. Cheaper than a Dog Scan. Suspicions confirmed. Angry little appendix.
12:45am: Off to surgery. Incredibly nervous, and partially stoned on morphine, I start cracking inappropriate jokes. No one in the operating room laughs. At least not while I'm awake.
2am : In recovery. You'll have to ask Kevin about this, the next thing I know it's...
6:05am: In hospital room. In incredible pain and informed that I can't have anything else until...
1pm: Dr. comes and checks me out and releases me. Tells me not to pick up anything over 10 pounds for 3 weeks. I laugh. Sure. I will try to not pick up my non-mobile 18 pound ten month old when she cries and holds up her arms. Right.
Released, sans appendix, yesterday at 2pm. Feeling like George Foreman. After Holyfield, before the grill.
As for the pictures, they did indeed take some snaps for me with the laproscopic camera. I have quite a nice looking lower intestinal track, if I do say so myself. I'm thinking of having copies made, and handing them out with Scarlett's one year pictures.
I would love to have had the actual appendix, but unfortunately, that's off to pathology. Those pathologists get all the fun stuff.