I had no idea a 3 small incisions in my abdominal region could hurt so much! After 4 days of popping Percocet every 4 hours I was finally able to switch to Tylenol.

I had my 1 week post-op visit yesterday at Boston Medical Center. The NP said things look great and I shouldn’t have any problems with it, but I’m still not supposed to lift anything over 20 lbs for 5 more weeks. That’s one instruction I’m probably not going to be able to follow.

Was up in Maine this past weekend visiting some friends. Soon after we got in the car for the trip home I got a pain in my stomach that wouldn’t go away. Thinking it was nothing, we proceeded to run a couple errands, and stop for lunch. After 3 hours of intense pain, I decided I should go to the ER.

We arrived at Boston Medical Center’s chaotic emergency room at 3PM, where I proceeded to check in and tell them what was happening and that “I was in so much pain I felt like I could pass out.” I was told to have a seat and a triage nurse would be with me when she got a chance.

An hour later a nurse took my vitals. By this point I could barely breathe, had a heart rate of 130 BPM, and a fever. The nurse admitted me immediately and found a bed in a room for me to lie in.

A doctor was in just seconds later and was poking my stomach asking me exactly where it hurt, and also if it hurt more when he pushed, or when he let go.

I was given an IV and some morphine, thank God. The doctors gave me an ultrasound and told me they were 99% sure I had acute appendicitis, but wanted a CT scan just to make sure. Because I was at BMC, I was in line behind the steady stream of traumas coming into the hospital, so it would be a few hours before I got the scan. I was taken upstairs and given a room where I waited.

My sister and her husband came by to see how I was doing. Sometime close to 10 I finally got my CT scan where it was determined I had acute appendicitis. I was brought to the OR for surgery, the same operating room I was at just weeks ago. The OR nurse actually remembered me; probably not a good thing when you’re on a first name basis with people who work in operating rooms.

After a 45-minute surgery, I was appendix-free and was carted back into my room. I tried to sleep but couldn’t and it was soon the next day. My surgeon came in a couple times to make sure things were going well. Everything was fine and by 10AM I was told I could leave whenever I wanted, so I got my crutches and I left.

My stomach still hurts, and I’m actually taking my pain medication this time. I haven’t slept since the surgery either. A couple hours here or there. I’m looking forward to feeling better.

I’ll post some pre and post-surgery pictures soon.