Great Things are a foot........
.....and bad things are an apendex. Namely, my apendex. Thursday morning I get up with a horrible searing pain in my abdomen. I try to get out of bed, and it gets worse. I curse at this, try to reach my boss (but to no avail), curse some more, and for some odd reason, start getting ready for work. I just kind of figured I'd play it by ear. Well luckely he called me back while I was on my way to work, told me to stay home, and that's exactly what I did. Well, come ~4:00 I'm not only not feeeling better, but substantially worse. My mom comes home, has a short discussion with me about this, and decideds I need to go to the ER (a very, very painful ride I might add).
At the ER I'm asked the same questions roughly 100 times (I lost count somewhere after 5), have what seems like every doctor in the ER press on my stomach and ask me how that feels (since my groans of agony weren't enough. Than again asking the last guy who did it also was not enough. Ah the wonders of modern medical science! Have we seriously not made it past the "when I do this, does it hurt? Alot? Let me try it again. Hey Bob, come here and poke him in the abs, I need a second opinion.") All this and guess what? Emergency Epindectamy! Nothing ends a week like an improptu surgery.
So now I'm back home, sans one apendex, and in a whole lot of pain. The only good thing to come of all this is that I now never need to worry about this happening again. (If it does, I'm requesting a refund!) I also got a neat little mug. The whole time all I could think of was that episode of Rocko's Modern Life where he got his removed. Sadly, I didn't get to take mine to the amusement park. Also, it didn't talk. Oh, and it hurt like a mother ******* *****! Frankly, it wasn't funny at all.
At the ER I'm asked the same questions roughly 100 times (I lost count somewhere after 5), have what seems like every doctor in the ER press on my stomach and ask me how that feels (since my groans of agony weren't enough. Than again asking the last guy who did it also was not enough. Ah the wonders of modern medical science! Have we seriously not made it past the "when I do this, does it hurt? Alot? Let me try it again. Hey Bob, come here and poke him in the abs, I need a second opinion.") All this and guess what? Emergency Epindectamy! Nothing ends a week like an improptu surgery.
So now I'm back home, sans one apendex, and in a whole lot of pain. The only good thing to come of all this is that I now never need to worry about this happening again. (If it does, I'm requesting a refund!) I also got a neat little mug. The whole time all I could think of was that episode of Rocko's Modern Life where he got his removed. Sadly, I didn't get to take mine to the amusement park. Also, it didn't talk. Oh, and it hurt like a mother ******* *****! Frankly, it wasn't funny at all.