Fun Times
Okay so here's what's going on in Stevetopia lately. Last Monday (Labor Day), I was having a pain in my gut, but it didn't bother me too much. I mean, I even went and worked outside (not by choice), so that'll tell you how mild it was. I mention to my mom, "My colon hurts", but that's about it. I figured it was probably my bowels becuase I've have constapation-esque issues before. In the past, I'd get a real sharp crampy pain signifying I hadn't gone for along time (like maybe a day and a half/ two days) and that I'd go soon. But I wasn't sure about this as I'd gone recently. It didn't go away all day and it got worse. So the next day it was still there. It was slightly less painful, but felt more like a pressure, AND it had moved more over from the center to the right side. So at this point it was fairly obvious that it was appendicitis or some different and extreme form of constipation. My mom was only woking a half day, and when she came home she took me to the hospital. We checked in at quater to noon and I didn't get a thourough examination until, like, 3:30/4:00. After the blood tests and CT scan, they gave me some morphine and, my GOD! it was like an army of sleepy pandas lodged themselves in my brain. It was pretty fucking awesome. I woke up after a while and about quarter after five, they came and told me I'd need to have my appendix taken out. Actually, I first heard the news from some medical technician asking the nurse outside my room, "Is this the one with the appendix?", who then, upon confirmation, brought in another blood test vial. So then I just had to wait for my surgeon. At 7:00 it hurt really bad and the bastard still hadn't shown up. It turns out they picked a surgeon who was all the way out in, like, fucking Pittsburg and who has no regard for timeliness. They kept paging him and paging him becuase no one knew where he was, or if he was even in the hospital. They gave me some more morphine and I was kind of hazy until he showed up. He was all, "Well I was just downstairs looking at your CT scan." Yeah, you were looking at it for 2 and half hours to confirm something we all already knew. I fell asleep shortly and then the next thing I knew I woke up after the operation. I stayed the night in the hospital and went home the next day at quarter to noon. Oooooooo.... spooky! exactly 24 hours. oooooo! They did the surgery lapriscopically(?) which means they cut 3 small holes (including one in my belly button, which hurts the fucking most. Why the damn belly button?), blew air in there, and sucked the offendin' appendage out through a straw. Dr. Asshat was supposed to perscribe me some awesome painkiller (I forget the name, it started with a D) but the asshole never called it in. Well, I don't know that. We stopped checking after Wednesday morning (a day after the surgery; when I'd need it most). Asshole. So other than that, nothing much has happened. I'm layed up in the house for a while. I'm missing my classes at Lakeland, which sucks. Not becuase they're good or becuase I like Lakeland. I'm only going there becuase I have to in order to keep my health insurance (lucky) and becuase my parents won't let me go back to RIT in December if I don't prove I can pass these classes. So yeah. That's it.