After examining me and suspecting appendicitis, the doctor had me get a CT scan. I had to drink 5 glasses of a pink contrast liquid and wait an hour to do the scan. The most painful part of the entire stay in the hospital was getting my IV in. Nurses always have a hard time finding my veins and getting the needle in but this E.R. nurse was particularly terrible. After attempting to "prep" my arm, she finally stuck the needle in and moved it around for what seemed like forever and then finally gave up, took it out, and left the room (to give herself a pep talk? not sure). Usually they try my other arm, which is never any better. But she returned and tried again in the same arm and after poking around for a bit longer, she finally got it in. Ben doesn't do well with needles so his eyes were focused sharply on the TV while I was squeezing the life out of his hand.
Around midnight, diagnosis appendicitis. I was in the early stages so they decided to do the surgery in the morning. Ben headed home and I was admitted to the hospital. After I was injected with some pain meds, I attempted to sleep amidst all those lovely hospital sounds and the constant flow of people coming in and out of the room to check me or my mystery roommate on the other side of the curtain.
Surgery was delayed in the morning because they had an emergency patient before me. It was actually nice just to relax in the hospital, although I had not eaten since noon the previous day and was not allowed to eat or drink. Ben was able to come back for my surgery (thanks to some wonderful friends who watched our kids) and they brought me down to the operating room waiting area around 11 a.m. We waited for another hour while they got everything ready and explained the procedure to us multiple times. They told me they were going to give me something that would make me really relaxed before they actually put me under and that it would cause me to not remember anything. Sure enough, just moments after they brought me into the operating room everything got fuzzy and I was suddenly waking up in the recovery area. They brought me back to my room, loaded me up with pain medication, and then I slept. I was finally offered some ice chips and eventually got a clear liquid diet for dinner. I spent Saturday night there and came home Sunday morning. I was pretty sore the first few days and was pretty much stuck laying down. Monday was a holiday so Ben was home and then he was able to take some more time off to help me and the kids. We also had wonderful friends that brought meals and also helped with the kids. I'm getting around fine now, although still sore and not moving really quickly.
I came home to a fun Welcome Home sign and a spotless house.
Amelia took such good care of me. She followed me around the house with my hospital-issue water pitcher making sure that I had it everywhere I went. She always brought me blankets and stuffed animals and made sure I was comfortable. She was also a really big help with Elsa.
Ben was amazing. One morning he did all the laundry, cleaned both bathrooms, straightened the house, vacuumed, did dishes, and entertained the kids. And brought me flowers.
It has actually been nice to slow down a bit. The first few days home, I really enjoyed just having time to observe my kids and spend quiet time with them. Even when things like this happened:
I loved watching Amelia and Elsa interact. They really love each other and it was nice to slow down for a week and just enjoy them.
And then the medical bills started showing up. And with my appendix went all my dreams of getting a new digital SLR camera.
But now I no longer have to wonder "is it my appendix?"
