What did you do this weekend? I had my appendix removed through my BELLY BUTTON.
Through. My. Belly button.
On Friday morning, I went to the gym and did seven quick miles on the stationary bike. Seven really quick miles – it only took 20 minutes.
When I got back to my desk, I had a stitch in my side from exercising.
The stitch persisted throughout the day.
By the end of the workday, the stitch had transformed into a sharp pain, which was so intense, it stopped me in my tracks.
When I got home, I went straight to the couch, and looked up symptoms for appendicitis. They didn’t match what I had. Yes, there was pain on my right side, but it didn’t originate near my belly button, there was no nausea, no vomiting, no fever, no nothing.
I looked up symptoms for kidney stones, and again, I had one or two symptoms, but it didn’t quite fit.
I walked upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes, and when I touched my abdomen, it hurt. It really, really hurt.
I went back downstairs – without having changed, because I knew it was looking more like I’d need to leave the house – and Charlotte was playing on the floor, saying mama mama mama over and over again. At that moment, I realized I owed it to her to get myself checked out. For Charlotte, I need to take care of myself.
I went to urgent care, they asked a few questions, and immediately sent me to the ER with ‘high suspicions of appendicitis.’ They even offered to call an ambulance, which I declined.
At the ER, they drew some blood and ran some tests, and then sent me to have a CT scan, which was probably the worst part. To me, those machines are associated with things much scarier than appendicitis.
The CT scan confirmed appendicitis, and the surgeons were called in. At around 1am, I was wheeled into the operating room and my APPENDIX WAS REMOVED THROUGH MY BELLY BUTTON.
I got three new scars – good thing I was never a fan of bikinis – and was discharged 12 hours after the surgery.
I’m home, I’m very sore, and I’m very tired.
Apparently, you have between 24-72 hours after symptoms begin before the appendix ruptures, and if your appendix ruptures, you can die. It’s very, very, very dangerous. It’s a whole new ballgame that often ends in a coffin.
Had it not been for Charlotte, I would have at least waited until the morning to go to the doctor, if at all. My surgeon said my symptoms were mild because I caught it early, and things would have progressed to the vomiting/fever/awful stage had I waited, and I hope at that point I would have gone to the doctor, but who knows. It’s scary to think about.