Well Tuesday morning I got a tummy ache that lasted for about 2 hours, and then slowly drifted away... Then come Thursday morning, I woke up with the exact same ache in my lower abdomen. I went along with my normal morning routine anyway~got ready, got Jack off to the sitter's house, and went into work. About 2 hours into my shift, I was hurting pretty badly, and decided I better go home and rest it off. I thought for sure it would go away in an hour or two, and that I would just go back into work. But as I layed in bed, it got increasingly worse. By the time Brock came home for his lunch break, I was rolling back and forth in pain. By 2:30pm, I had talked to my friend Krista who said that if it didn't fade away by evening time, that I really should go into the ER, because a few years ago, she had about the same thing happen, and when she went into the doctor, she found out she had Appendicitis, and they had her in surgery 30 minutes later. I am so lucky I listened to her!
I went to Instacare, and as soon as I pulled up, my tummy didn't feel nearly as bad. Dang Murphy's Law! Doesn't that always happen when you get to the doctor's office? You suddenly don't feel so bad? So I sat in the parking lot for a half hour, until I finally decided it might just be smart to get it checked out. They got me right in, and I was honestly only there for a matter of minutes before the doctor told me he was pretty sure I had Appendicitis, and sent me immediately up to the ER for a Cat Scan.
My mother in law met me at the hospital (thankfully! It would've been tough to sit out all the waiting time alone) and I filled out paperwork, got ink put up inside of me (not a pleasant experience), found out my fever had gone from 101 to 101.6, had a Cat Scan for the first time, and found out I had a "bouncing baby appendix!" You hear about people getting their appendixes removed all the time, so I know it sounds silly now, but I honestly didn't know I would have to stay the night at the hospital... I heard the doctor say something about "tomorrow," and I was like, "Wait, you think I'll have to stay the night here??," And his response was, "Well we can discharge you whenever you want, you could even leave right now, but you'll be dead in two days." Well if that ain't enough to freak you out, I don't know what is! SCARY!
So 45 minutes after my scan, I went in for surgery. Brock finally got to the hospital right before I went in, thankfully! I had the hardest time getting a hold of him at work. I was a little bit scared of surgery, because I'd never had one before. I was especially scared because Jackson wasn't there, so I didn't get to kiss him goodbye.
I got into the operating room, and it really freaked me out. I heard really softly in the background, "The Piano Man," by Billy Joel playing. I told the anesthesiologist I liked that song, so he blasted it for me :) If I was going to die, at least I would've died with some good background music! I am very thanful I didn't though!
When I woke up, I had the HARDEST time breaking off the anethesia. I tossed and turned for a good three hours. I felt like I was on some hard drugs or something. If that's how people feel on drugs, I think they're all insane. My brain was going about a million miles per minute, and my eyes felt glued shut. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I couldn't! I kept telling the nurse, "I feel so weird. I feel so weird." She kept telling me to wait it off, and in a couple of hours I would feel okay. The only thing that kept me going was to keep thinking that over and over again, "It will be gone in a couple hours...it will be gone in a couple hours." That had to be one of the worst experiences of my life. Honestly. I HATE anesthesia. It is awful.
Everyone has been really helpful while I've been recovering. My mother in law came and cleaned our house before I even came home from the hospital, and my babysitter Kylee brought us over pizza for dinner. The clan from work brought me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, and my neighbors did too! Thanks you guys! You're all too sweet!