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It’s been ages since I last wrote anything for my little blog, and that’s really rather depressing since I had a whole master plan going on with great series to blog which had just come out at the time, and which I was reasonably well on schedule with. Now, alas, it seems I’m weeks, if not months, behind and probably won’t succeed in catching up. So for anyone who actually uses this blog, or likes to follow my posts in general, I’ll start of with the main aim of this post – an apology – so, I’m sorry. *bows head*
So I’m sure you’re wondering where I’ve been, or at the very least the reason for the downfall in my scheme – some of you may actually have been looking forward to coverage of the latest Pokemon episodes, or summaries of Soul Eater and Vampire Knight – maybe even some screenshots – so for those of you the sudden end in posts would have been a little bit disappointing, if not a little surprising, seeing as I had actually been doing quite well with my posting.
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So why? Well, lucky Viz’s appendix decided that time was ripe for a little fun. What fun, you ask? Why appendicitis fun naturally! And boy, it sure hurt ¬.¬. Stupid appendix. Seeing as I’ve been wanting to complain about it for a while, especially since it’s still affecting me now, and perhaps give a little warning for those of you who still have that little time-bomb of a pointlessness and may yet share this experience at a later date (though it would be pretty nice if it did nothing, right?)
So, about 8 weeks or so ago, I had horrible pains in the “abdominal area” – or put simply, a horrible tummy ache =P – and being a member of the female population, I merely assumed that it was ‘that time of the month again,’ which it was in fact. I came home after a day of agony in school – not only had I barely revised for the exams, but I had cramps throughout – you can bet I was pretty relieved it was Friday. There was only one problem – it really hurt! Now, I’m no stranger to pain around that time, but I’m one of those unfortunate people who most pain killers don’t seem to work on, so it means I sometimes find myeself unwilling to do things – i.e. work. So after coming back, I called my mum to ask if I could not go to my guitar lesson as the pain was quite serious, and by this time I was pretty tired too. She said okay, and I went to have a bath – if painkillers don’t work for you when it comes to anything, take a hot bath, it really does help – and that day was over, I felt better and thought nothing more of it.
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Next day was cool, I was sleepy and sat down on my bed, playing one of my fave games, Okami, for perhaps the fourth time? Later I got a text from Kaz, who wanted to come over, and though I was a little tired (not to mention lazy ^^’) I said okay, and we grabbed Nez and spent the day playing Lord of the Rings PS2 game, if I remember rightly. It’s sort of our mission to get through one of the games. We had problems with the first one, but in the second game, which also seems more fun, we take turns to play as each of the three characters and, believe it or not, Nez (as Gimli) seems to be the best player. Kaz plays as Legolas and I’ve stolen Aragorn (woohoo!). So later on, my tummy started acting up again and the cramps returned – of course you don’t really wanna complain when you have your friends over, so I just laughed and bore it until it was time for them to go home (sadly we all live quite far apart, despite going to the same school).
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The pain this time was beyond anything I had ever experienced, and even the bath method, which had always worked in the past, failed me. Prepare yourselves to be shocked. Viz, the vampire like person, the one who stays up most of the night readily and shuns the thought of an early night, did just that. I had an early night. 0.0 Yeah, it was that bad. Rather depressing too.
I kept waking up during the night ’cause of the pain, and I had to sleep on my left side, as it seemed more comfortable. Needless to say it hadn’t diminished by morning. At this point I already had an inkling that all the pain may actually be more than simply “that time of the month” pain, but in fact an unhappy appendix. See, a few years ago when I was about 8 or 9, my mum had also had the same exact problem, when her pains turned out to be a burst appendix, and believe me it was rather scary to be told by your dad that, ‘you know, mummy might die.’ O.O! Perhaps not the best way to tell an 8 year old something like that. Thank god she was fine, the incident leaving her only with a large scar.
So with this knowledge, I decided to try the bath excuse one last time – denial is a wondrous thing, no? – before conceding defeat and telling my mum that I had pains on the right side of my lower stomach and that it was more painful than usual. She got the message straight away, and before I knew it we were on the way to the hospital – oh joy. At this point walking was rather painful, so my speed when we got out of the car was nothing to boast about, but in the end we reached the hospital, and went to the action and emergency desk (A&E). After describing symptoms and saying what we thought was wrong, we were told to sit down and wait – somehow you’d hope they’d see you right away, but that’s not the case in merry old england – it was horrible sitting there and listening to this woman chatting to a two year old in a high pitched and annoyingly happy loud voice – you know, the type you really wanna slap.
After what felt like ages (mainly because it really was =P) a nurse called out my name and we went to see her in her tiny little office. Once again we told her the problem, this time prompted by her questions, and after giving me a little container – yes, for a urine sample – she said that a doctor would call us soon. So we went out and sat in the waiting room again, and once more it was ages before the doctor made his appearance. When he finally did, we followed him down a corridor to a ward of some sort, and then after question once more, he said that someone would come to take a blood sample in a few – you can imagine my excitement – I just hate needles.
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Later – yes, they made us wait quite a bit again – a random guy came and after spending a long time finding a vein on my arm – my veins are the sort that flee at the sight of something pointy and become invisible, brilliant defence mechanism, no? – he put one of these needle things that is left in for a while, and can be used to take blood, inject stuff, and ultimately for drips, by opening and closing part of it to let the flow in or out. I’m not entirely sure if he did actually take a blood sample, but it was pretty clear at that point that I wouldn’t be going home that day – the needle thing was pink, in case you’re interested. They then gave me painkillers – I’m not great at swallowing large tablets, so that was a lot of fun too – and said I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything, except the water they provided to help swallow the tablets. I wasn’t much fussed as I hadn’t eaten anything since the evening of the day before, and to be quite honest it was the last thing on my mind.
Some more waiting time, and a nurse came and moved me to one of the beds. She gave me one of the patient outfits, with the words “for hospital use only” covering every inch of it – honestly, who’d want to where that thing anywhere else? – and said I could lie down for a bit, and later that they’d be coming for me soon. Surprisingly, at this point I wasn’t nervous – the painkillers had started to work, and as my mum was still with me, I felt rather safe – the only feeling I had was embarrassment when they did come for me, as they brought a wheelchair to wheel me up – I honestly didn’t think it was that big a deal, I could still walk.
So they took me up to this ward quite a while away. It was reasonably okay, not one of those gigantic ones with endless lines of beds you see in those random films on tv, but with only 4 beds, each with its own super soft chair beside it, and the curtain things around each were flowery. Luckily for me, mine was the one next to the windows furthest from the door, and nearest the clock, which meant I was fully aware of the time – I have this thing about needing to know what time it is.
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My mum went home not long after she knew where I’d be in the hospital, so that she could go collect some things for me, such as a book or two, my ipod and mobile phone and of course some clothes. I was glad I had the foresight to bring a book with me, as it was quite lonely there, the other patients being older women, and not the sort that would willingly talk to someone my age. She came back later and left at about 8, the end time for visiting. Let me stress again that it was really lonely there. Ah, and I forgot to mention that I was put on a drip. At one point I remember the consultant/ doctor person came round, and was quite happy to know that I hadn’t eaten anything that day and very little the night before – that made me rather nervous and suspicious. He also explained the surgery that would take place to have a looksee at my appendix – something about putting a camera through my belly-button and two other incisions. When he asked if I had any questions, I said no, simply ’cause I couldn’t wrap my mind round the idea. He then said that they’d see if they could get me in for surgery that evening.
“Ah, okay… wait a minute! What?!” I didn’t say it, but that’s the thought I had at that minute – before I had been complaining that they were rather slow and had made us wait a long time, and now, all of a sudden I was facing the idea of surgery that very day. I’ll admit I was terrified, but somehow I clung to the hope that they wouldn’t find time for me, and instead I’d have it done the following morning. That kept me going until the nurse came just before 11 in the evening and said that I’d be having surgery and that they’d be coming soon – O.O – she got me to sign a form, which I think said that I don’t hold the hospital responsible if they accidentally kill me or something and that’s what really got me thinking “hey, I’m signing my life away.” Needless to say, I sent my mum a message about what was going to happen, and once more just before they wheeled the bed away.
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Now I’m actually not ashamed to admit I got a little jittery at this point and my eyes watered for a few minutes even though I knew it was a standard operation, I’m sure you can see why I was a little scared. But the nurse walking with the guy pushing, said that it would be done and over before I knew it and that there was nothing to worry about – she was a nice person. Soon I was in that room they have before they take you to the main one for the actual surgery. The surgeon was a nice guy, and distracted me by asking questions about school and whatnot, and soon they sent me to sleep – first some oxygen for a minute or two and then the actual gas – you’re literally out like a light.
When I woke up, I initially had the impression of being somewhere else, but as I didn’t feel sore I drifted off within seconds and the next time I woke up I was back in the ward. Now, the first night is pretty unpleasant, especially if you have a slightly more serious case as I did (apparently the moment they touched it to try and remove it, the appendix burst – that and I had some sorta abscess) as they make sure to wake you up every hour or so to take a reading of your pulse, and temperature etc – not too much fun.
The next day I felt the pain – it’s pretty icky to be stuck on a bed, pretty much unable to move, and listening to the moans and complaints of the lady opposite who didn’t speak a word of English. I’m not gonna linger on this part – it’s boring even when I think of it now – I spent much of the time reading or drifting in and out of sleep. I was glad of my mum’s company during visiting time and the smell of the hospital food -heh heh – made me feel nauseous.
Another night of random checks and the lady opposite kept me up most of the night due to the complains and groans – I know she was probably in a whole lot of pain, but so was I, and so were probably the other two ladies there, but I do wish she could have let us sleep. The next day I was sleep deprived and desparate to leave – after begging my mum, she had a word with the nurses and convinced them to let me out before lunch – they’d wanted to keep me until afterwards. Point of interest – they pump some sorta gas into the stomach to help when the operate. This means that I had a swollen belly for a good six weeks afterwards – not nice -_-.
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I was given a few weeks off and it’s embarrassing to say that going up the stairs was a struggle – it was a rather boring time, painful, and the antibiotics made me feel sick. Ahh~ fun! It was during this time that I watched the dub of Tokyo Mew Mew on tv, but no ‘real’ anime as the trek to the computer and sitting in front was simply out of the question.
Now about 8 or 9 weeks later I’m still suffering from the effects – headaches – some random pains in the abdominal area – and just generally being weak. Oh and of course three very lovely scars. ^^’ Needless to say this year, combined with all the other illnesses I’ve had and the side effects of the operation now, I’ve missed more school than I have in the rest of my years at school put together.
So that brings us up to today pretty much seeing as it’s almost a never ending story, and I hope you now understand why I abandoned my cute little blog. For those of you who follow my summaries and whatnot, please don’t worry, I’m more than willing to get back on track, especially as summer’s coming and my plans consist simply of – CAS (IB students will know what I mean by that) in the form of swimming, web design, guitar lessons – catching up and revising all I missed – and anime! ~Awesome~
I’ll hopefully be bringing a summary of Soul Eater 14 real soon now seeing as I’ve already watched it, so look forward to it!
Welcome back to Viz XD lol.
Lotsa love, this is Viz signing out xxx
p.s. hope my experience was mildly interesting
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Can’t wait to bother Nez and Kaz ^^!
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