I spent the night sweating and vomiting. A wonderful combination let me tell you.
I woke up and my parents decided to bring me to their doctor. Whatever medicine the other doctor gave me isn't going to work, I can't keep anything down. I am really sick now, I can barely move.
When I get in to see the doctor I tell him about the other doctor. He asks me, I can hear the wonder in his voice, why did the doctor prescribe me medicine for a urinary infection if it came back negative. Than he didn't say anymore about it, I don't think he wanted to say anything bad about another doctor. But he didn't think that was my problem. He said the first thing they were going to do was get me in the hospital and have the suregon look at me.
Before I knew it I was in the hospital. He had called ahead to make sure I didn't have to go through all the waiting, I was to go right to admin and than get a room. The hospital had been pretty damaged in the hurricane. The roof had come off. They were making due as best as they could. They put me in a room for OB. The nurse came in and looked at me. She touched my stomach and said she bet it was my appendics.
Within two hours of being admitted I was in surgery for, yep, of course, my appendics. The doctors all say it was one of the worst looking ones they had ever seen. It hadn't rupurted. It had turned gangrene. The surgeon and my doctor both said if I had waited another day it might have been too late. There was a lot of infection in my stomach even now from it.
That night they woke me up and had to move me. They had a baby boom.. Three babies were born that night. They moved me down to ICU. Which left my parents in for a scare when they came in the next day and couldn't find me and was told I was moved to ICU. Not because I needed ICU, it was one of the few places with clean rooms.
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