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My Appendix Exploded and I Still Couldn’t Get Into the Emergency Room
The story of my dead appendix and my love/hate relationship with medical workers.
My appendix exploded randomly in sixth grade.
One day I felt completely fine and the next day after I had my weekly round of Little Caesars Pizza, my stomach began to ache.
I figured the pain came from the pizza so I just let it go and tried to sleep it off. After I woke up the next morning, the pain didn’t stop.
I had no choice but to ruin my perfect attendance record at school and stay home for the day. The agony accelerated. I couldn’t even get into the bathtub without asking for assistance.
That’s it, I had to go to the doctor.
The Wait
There are two things I fear in this world and those are doctors and dentists.
Doctors are always busy so we waited a while before I could get into his office. He examined me and didn’t think much of the pain. I didn’t either but it continued to worsen overtime.
I forget the illness he classified as the cause of the pain, but he said appendicitis would be the worst case scenario.
After that wait, we had to undergo another wait at the hospital. Another doctor examined me, this…
