tori

.ap.en.dec.to.my.
so. because i haven't had enough problems in my life.....
sunday i woke up at 7am in horrible amounts of pain. i called everyone i know to ask how you tell if your organs have ruptured. they all told me to shut the fuck up and that i'm a hypochondriac. i figured they were probably right. so i laid around in pain until around 7pm when i couldn't take it anymore.
i got to the hospital around 8pm. i talked to the nurse about how everytime i go to get blood taken i seem to be there on intern day, and how the interns always have trouble seeing my veins. the nurse told me that they never use interns for that, and blah blah blah. she then proceed to miss my vein completely. i have a bruise spanning from the inside of my elbow to my wrist. i sat around screaming in pain till around midnight when they finally decided to shut me up with some morphine. it was still another hour or two before i saw a doctor.
but don't worry. the doctor didn't figure anything out. they gave me some wierd dye to drink and sent me down to have a cat scan sometime around 3am. they injected more dye in me, and did the whole cat scan nonsense. on my way back to the emergency room from the cat scan room i proceeded to vomit all the dye in a nice little trail- just in case i wanted to find my way back to the cat scan room.
by about 5:30am they figured out that my apendix was "leaking". so they asked me to take out all twenty-two of my piercings sp that i could go into emergency surgery to get that silly leaking apendix out of my body.
i went in to surgery sometime around 4pm.
that was quick and horribly painful. they gutted me like a fish. i hate surgery. this is my fourth surgery this year. yick.
they did some bloodwork, and were waiting on the results before they could put me in an actual room. so i told the nurse i had to pee. and she handed me a bed pan. so i repeated myself. and she nodded towards the bedpan. i had to scream A LOT before they let me pee in an actual toilet.
there was something wierd with the blood work. it had the wrong time on it? i don't know. either way i didn't get moved into an actual room until 1am.
the rest of my time at the hospital was great. they ignored me when i asked for pain killers. they ignored me when i explained the amount of insulin i should be taking. the bastards put me on a dextrose drip (iv full of sugar water). i'm diabetic for fuck's sake. so they'd come in and yell at me for having bad control of my diabetes. i repeatedly explained to them, that they would not allow me to control my own diabetes and hence they had bad control of my diabetes, not me.
they would come in to my room and ask me why i was refusing to eat. i wasn't refusing to eat. i'm vegan. you know what they tried to feed me? they brought me a hardboiled egg, yogurt, a glass of milk, and a piece of fish. way to go guys. their concept of veganism was nothing short of amazing.
my roommate had some contraption attached to her that beeped all day long.
it was hellish.
obviously enough i'm out of there now. and hopped up on hydrocodone.
so. my week got me the following:
a scar that's about four and a half inches by a quarter of an inch long.
a limp from the pain- i walk at the speed of a lil old lady.
dizziness from the pain killers.
no appetite from not eating for a week.
a large set of bruises from the nurses "missing" my veins.

i'm sure there's more.
i need to move out of my house, but i'm not allowed to do any lifting for another three to five weeks. i don't when i'm gonna be able to recertify for lifeguarding stuff.

so yeah. apendicide.

i feel like shit.

hope everything is well. i hope everyone's appendix is well, too.

i put that lil parisian orphan madeline to shame.