My Appendectomy

Appendectomy is the surgical removal of the appendix, which is a long narrow tube that attaches to the first part of the colon. It’s located in the lower right side of the abdomen. The appendix is a vestigial organ, and it has no known relevant function.

It was a small wood building kind of like a barn. And we walked in and my mother asked for Mr. Fredrickson and the nurse said “Right this way.” We followed her to the room door I was shaking and nervous my mom was too. I put my hand on the cold steel door knob; I turned it and slowly and opened it gently. There was my dad lying on the bed, we looked at each other and I yelled “Papa!” I was so glad to see him just like he was glad to see us. After my mother, father, and I caught up on things and talked for a while the doctor slowly opened the door and said “You are able to leave, all you need is this.” She said after pulling a wheelchair from behind herself. We all gave each other hugs. I was so happy that my father could come

Upon arrival at the small town hospital, my mom was rushed to a room in the back. Having been told that she will be out soon, my dad and I sat down in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs patiently waiting for the nurse to come back and tell us that we all

I waited impatiently in the hospital bed, in pain and scared of what the doctors were going to say. The nurse came in and explained that they would have to run tests and bring in their neurologist to be able to give answers for me and my

We arrived at the hospital and they started to monitor the baby. "Contractions are about three or so minutes apart. You're dialated to a four, let me go see if the doctor wants to admit you." A few minutes later the nurse walked back in and said "Doctor Rudeen is going to admit you now." They had me walk from one room to another right across the hall. My nurse Katie started an IV and hooked me back up to monitors to watch the babies

When I got back to the surgery room I was talking to the doctors as they were putting my epidural in my back. Then after they got that in all I remember is seeing all these doctors looking down on me waiting for me to fall asleep. What they were doing during surgery was they are going to move all my intestines around and take my appendix out. The are going to more my large intestines to one side and my small intestines to the other and the reason why they are going to take my appendix out was because if I were to have my appendix burst they would never know because my appendix would have been in the wrong spot. When the surgery was over I stayed 8 more days so that they could watch me and make sure everything was going ok. 2 days after surgery they had taken my epidural out and oh my I was in so much pain because I could actually feel things. Like they weren't numb anymore. Anyway after those 8 days were up and I had gotten to go home. When I got home, I wasn't allowed to go to school for a month because I couldn't walk much. So my mom took off work as much as she could so that she

I remember when I was 16, my dad hired a landscaper to cut the grass around our house. That worker got injured while he was mowing the lawn. The lawnmower got stuck in the grass and while he was trying to get it out it wounded his leg. The wound was bleeding badly so I immediately ran back to the house and brought some sterile gauze and a bandage. First, I covered the wound with the sterile gauze then I applied high pressure directly on it. I kept pressuring steadily until the bleeding stopped, then I wrapped the bandage around the wound tightly. I wanted to take him to the hospital to make sure that everything is alright but he refused to go and wanted to complete the task. Ten minutes later, he felt dizzy and nausea so I decided to seek medical

It felt like we were waited for hours before the doctor opened the door and called my mom’s name. We all followed the doctor into the ultrasound room with anticipation. After a normal ultrasound the doctor turned to us and said “Would you like to know the

In that short time, the pain I felt was unbearable. That type of pain was sudden and couldn't be escaped. I wasn’t sure what to do about it. The feeling of guilt had taken over me. It faded in and out, not leaving me. When we arrived at the hospital, my mom was quickly taken into the emergency room. I noticed how much the hospitals were different from the ones in Virginia. My aunt and I were told to sit in the waiting room. I could tell that she was trying very hard to keep herself together in front of me. We waited and waited. After about 2 and a half hours the doctors came out.

I could only hear extremely sharp ringing in my ears and nothing else. All I can really remember from this point is lying down on the floor against one of the table legs and passing out. After a certain amount of time, my step-dad rushed up the stairs, paramedics following, and he was in my face screaming things that I couldn’t understand and can’t remember. I had an overwhelming feeling of anger that ran all over my body so I began spitting on the paramedics. I was so in and out that I don’t recall how I got down the stairs, but I remember being in the ambulance and one of the EMTs was trying to prick my finger while I was screaming and pulling away because I was scared of the pain it would cause. As the ambulance pulled out, I could hear the sound of sirens as we drove away from my apartment; and then I was out

We walked into the hospital, and sat down in soft chairs, waiting for my name to be called. I really didn’t want to hear my name be called though, I wasn’t ready for surgery. But of course I heard my name be called right then.

Days after I graduated eighth grade, I woke up in the middle of the night with the worst pain of my life: a stabbing in my stomach. I reluctantly woke up my parents, and they decided we should drive to the emergency room. The stabbing feeling persisted as I curled up in the back seat trying to block out the pain. We finally arrived at the hospital, and I somehow staggered to the entrance. Right outside, I threw up and then began to panic realizing that whatever was happening was more serious than a simple stomach ache. After this point most of what occurred was a blur; the only thing I remember is being transferred to Stanford Children’s Hospital.

Beep...Beep...Beep… The sound of the heart monitor filled the room as I slowly woke up from surgery. I was about four years old and had gotten diagnosed with reflux of the kidney’s which is when the fluid in your kidneys cycles through them twice and causes them to work overtime and can lead to kidney failure. My older sister had this same problem and it was because of her diagnosis the doctors also had me get tested. My surgery took place at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. During the surgery the doctors corrected a valve in my kidneys so it worked like it was suppose to and stopped fluid from flowing backwards. I was a scared going into it because I had never had a surgery before and didn’t know what to expect.

I touched my knee the absolutely horrific thing about that is that it was gashed open, blood was flowing down my leg covering my shoe the blood covered half my hand I felt the gushy meat I screamed well of course. I couldn’t describe the pain. It was about half an inch from my bone. My sister called my mom and she drove to the street and called an ambulance. My mom had to take my brothers shirt and put it on my knee. People came out of their houses to help and then there was one person that came out of her house and started complaining about us being in her yard and other things she took a few pictures and we were us on the news.

The day that i got appendicitis was really scary for me and my parents. At night I first I started to feel extreme pain in my stomach and then a few hours later started throwing up a lot. I threw up about 40 times in the night. After that my parents took me to the doctor and they tested me for appendicitis. I went to urgent care and they said that they could not help me there because it was too serious so we went the the hospital.