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This past Wednesday my gut started hurting. Not too bad, but enough to worry me. I thought it was a virus that had been going around, so I declined Denise’s offer to look up my symptoms on Web MD. About midnight I woke up and it was really hurting and the word “appendicitis” popped into my head – which is really weird, because I wasn’t really sure what appendicitis was. So I got up and typed “appendicitis” on Web MD and it gave me a list of symptoms – all of which applied to me. By the time my parents came over to keep the girls and Denise had got me to the hospital I was in a lot of pain. They gave me some morphine and set up surgery for that day – which really wasn’t that bad. The worst part was having to spend the night in the hospital – very uncomfortable! They filled me up with so much fluid that I had to pee like every two hours – and I refused to use the little bottle they gave me – so Denise had to help me out of bed throughout the night. The surgery went well, and the recovery time is pretty quick – about a week or so. The worst was yet to come, though.

Today (Saturday) I woke up about 7:30 after a good night’s sleep anticipating a nice day of being lazy and watching t.v. (Believe me, I plan on taking full advantage of my ailment). So I hobbled outta bed, brushed my teeth, popped two painkillers in my mouth, and sat down to check my e-mail before breakfast. Thus began the worst 5 hours of my life. My prescription said that food was not required with my medication and I had not come close to exceeding the dosage, but for some reason I overdosed – at least that’s what the doctor said. I’ve never experienced that before. My temperature dropped below 95, I had massive chills and sweating at the same time, vomiting, and extreme dizziness. But when I closed my eyes I had these horrible and crazy hallucinations! It was miserable! I used to get migraines really bad, but I could always turn all the lights out and sleep it off… not this time. I just had to hold on until it wore off. Denise called the doctor and prescribed a weaker painkiller, plus a pill that prevents nausea. We finally got it a few hours later and it helped a bit. Once I finally recovered, I refused to take even the weaker painkiller… Denise finally talked me into it a little while ago – thankfully nothing happened!

So, how was your week?