Appendicitis SUCKS!!! (This is a long one... I've been through HELL in the past couple of days, and I must vent!) So Saturday night I go out on this blind date (let's just say it sucked bigtime). We had a sushi dinner, and then went to see The Panic Room, where I had some popcorn. I take her home finally, and drive home relieved that the experience is over. I wake up Sunday morning, at around 4 a.m. to some mild to moderate stomach cramping. Thinking it's just the popcorn talking (popcorn does that to me sometimes), I try to get back to sleep. Tossing and turning for the next couple of hours as the pain progressively get's worse, at around 7:00 a.m. I call my mother (I don't live with my parents), and she gives me the number of MedVisit - a doctor housecall service. I place a call, tell them I think I have foodpoisoning (Sushi the night before, during the Date From Hell) and they tell me a doctor will be here to see me within six hours. I then call my mother back to tell her what's going on, at which point she tells me she's on her way to my place. As I hang up the phone, my stomach is getting worse and worse. At this point it's bloated beyond belief (think pregnant), and hurts like hell. Basically, think of someone squeezing your balls for 4 hours straight. I can't sit, I can't stand, I can't lie down without constant pain. As my mother walks in, I'm leaning against the wall, practically in tears. She proceeds to shove me into the car and drive me to the nearest hospital. Now, thanks to some downsizing our now former Provincial Premier Mike Harris (spit, spit) has done to the hospitals, the lineup to register with the nurse is pretty long, and the particular hospital I end at which I arrive does not take emergency calls. Regardless, I wait my turn, and when I get to the nurse I'm in such visible pain that she rushes me in front of everyone else, and straight onto a gurney. About 20 minutes later, someone comes by, takes some blood, and asks me some questions. 20 minutes after that, I get examined by a doctor, who then instructs someone to put in an IV. Next, I get x-rayed, and ultrasounds... which tell the doctor that I have accute appendicitis, and need surgery as quickly as possible, as they want to avoid a rupture and any further complications. At this point, I'm on a Demerol, which is dulling some of the pain. I'm shoved into an ambulance, and taken to another hospital. As I arrive, I'm moved into emergency where a nurse proceeds to ask me questions concerning my condition. The Demerol is making me somewhat woozy, so I do the best I can to answer, but I don't remember much. I'm then taken to an examination room where I meet with the surgeon, and he tells me he's going to be operating on me, and removing my appendix via three small incisions (instead of one incision) called laparoscopy. I'm then prepped for surgery, where I'm given consent forms to sign (which I never even had a chance to read). As I'm wheeled into the operating room, I can see both my parents standing outside the doors looking pretty worried. In the OR, they doctors connect me to some tube, at which point I'm out like a light. The next thing I know, something is being pulled out of my throat and I can hear my mom's voice "... the surgery is over...", as I'm wheeled up to my room. I don't remember much after that, other than some people taking my pulse, blood pressure, temperature, etc. All in all, the surgery was a very weird experience. The next day SUCKED BIGTIME. Lots of pain... lots of pain medication... and my roommate constantly whining and screaming at the nurses. My meals consisted of Jello, and Apple/Orange/Pineapple juice. Yum. Recovery consists of a lot of walking so that I can get the gas in my stomach to "exit" the body (they had to fill my stomach with air to operate). Very painful, as farting after having surgery on your abdomen is incredibly painful. I was discharged today, and I'm expected to take about three weeks to fully recover. This really sucks, considering that I'm an active person, and like to work out every day. It's hard to walk around, and my diet is limited to watery foods and wheat-bread. I have a prescription for Tylenol 2 to dull the pain. All in all, a crappy experience I wouldn't wish on anyone. At least I don't have to go to work for the next week though. Thanks for letting me vent.... Moe.