The more I think about this one the more I think Dad has been trying to kill me my entire life. All of my scars have Dad involved in one way or another. The first scar I got is on my wrist from when Dad dragged me behind a snow machine at Grandpa's cabin.(Yes it was my fault) I have another one on my shin when I stepped into a square post on a trailer that had been cut off corner to corner at the Church farm.(My fault again) And of course, I can never pass up the opportunity to make Dad feel guilty about my appendicitis so because that story is the most fun to tell ...
Once upon a time, I was 13 and I was on a 10 mile hike with Dad and my scout troop. About half way through I started to feel sick to my stomach. when we stopped for a break I told Dad and he grabbed my canteen and because don't drink while I'm hiking the canteen was full. Dad told me that I wasn't feeling well because I hadn't been drinking enough water. Bing the dutiful son that I am I drank the entire canteen within the next 1-2 miles. However, it didn't help and Dad finally took pity on me and carried my bag the rest of the way. When we finished the hike I just curled up on the ground until everyone was loaded and ready to go.
I made it home and went to bed. I don't remember how long I was sick before Mom and Dad finally had a doctor in our ward come to check me out but I do remember that it was on New Years Eve. (Disclaimer): admittedly Mom and Dad didn't have all of the info at the time. -those with weak stomachs should skip a little bit- What I wasn't telling Mom and Dad was that I wasn't having normal bowel movements, all that was coming out was a clear gel ??? Anyway, the doctor looked at me on New Years diagnosing it as intestinal flu and that same night at 11 P.M. I woke up feeling Great! My appendix had ruptured :(.
Again, I don't know how long it was after my appendix ruptured that we finally went to the hospital. I was very dehydrated by the time we got to the hospital so it took several tries and needles to get an IV into me. They finally got it into my Right elbow so I had to eat everything with my Left hand. I was rushed into CAT scan where they drained the abscess in my abdomen and inserted a drainage tube into my right butt cheek. I guess I have 2 scars for this story :). I spent the next week in the hospital with the drainage tube, I was never left a lone even tho I wanted to be sometimes. Mom would get me up everyday and make me walk around the nurses station. So here I am dragging my IV with one hand and keeping my gown closed with the other. The day finally came to remove the tube which made me very happy because it was sitting on my sciatic nerve that whole time! The doctor gave me fair warning about how painful removing the tube would be because there is a hook or something on the end to keep it from coming out. He lays me on my side, counts to 3, and pulls about 3 or 4 feet of tubing out of my butt ... cheek :). WORST PAIN EVER!!! I let out a little yelp and I guess all of the nurses came running to see if I was OK. It hurt so bad that I felt paralyzed. Even with my butt hanging out I didn't want to roll onto my back.
I spent a while longer in the hospital and had to wait a month before removing my appendix. Removing parts of my intestine to get at my appendix didn't sound so fun. We went in for the surgery and as they gave me the anesthetic I was determined to stay awake and hear what the anesthesiologist was telling Mom. Next thing I know I wake up feeling GREAT, then I moved :). I hated Post-OP more than being in the hospital because I wanted do things but no one would let me because of the stitches. So to every one's disappointment I lived and have discovered that Mom and Dad really do love me.
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