I wasn’t feeling very well. I had a stomach ache. I called my parents and asked if they would take care of my daughter so I could rest. I drove over and stayed a bit. The pain was left to right, it wasn’t just in one spot. I was sitting calmly on the couch listening to television with my dad when the pain got really bad. I remember saying to my dad very calmly that my stomach pain was worse than when I gave birth.
My dad brought me to the hospital and soon after I started vomiting nothing, but I couldn’t seem to stop. The nausea was so bad. They finally called my number to see the triage nurse. My dad jumped and moved so quickly toward triage and he didn’t see me fall when I tried to get up. Someone in the waiting room caught me and helped me up. The nurse put me in a bed and I was placed in the emergency ward.
There were so many people that I ended up in the corridor. It took a long while before a doctor came to see me. The doctor spoke down to me as if I was a child and asked me if I was in my time of the month because it could just be “lady pains.”
After reacting negatively to his comment, they gave me morphine for the pain and waited again. I was feeling much better when the doctor finally came over to see what was going on. He pushed on my stomach and I lost it. It was so painful. The doctor explained that since I was still feeling pain when on morphine it could mean a couple of things. The most likely possibilities were either appendicitis or it could be a problem with my ovaries. I would need to pass more tests for them to see what was going on. He made a joke about women being so much more complicated than men.
It did turn out to be appendicitis and the operation went well but was followed with complication. I was in so much pain, I kept asking for morphine and the nurse kept giving some to me. The pain wasn’t going away. It took a while for them to realise that it was leftover air from the operation stuck between my muscles and the skin. No amount of morphine would have worked. It’s simply a question of time, the air has to travel up to the shoulders and then out the pores of the skin.
I wanted to share my story so that others could know that appendicitis isn’t always specific to the right.