Bye, Bye Appendix

            I really like sushi. It’s really good. So, when my sisters were raving about this place called Jo-To’s and I hadn’t been, I knew exactly where I wanted to go for my birthday dinner in 5^th grade.        

            During the dinner, I was in a really bad mood. I had a bad pain in my lower abdomen. I tried to shake it off and enjoy my dinner, but I would never return to Jo-To’s just because of its association with this event.

            I got home that night and tried to go to sleep, but my mom said that we should go to the hospital. I was having trouble moving because of the pain, but I didn’t want to go to the hospital. However, mom always beats 5^th grader, even on Thanksgiving Break with family in town.

            So, I went to the hospital. I didn’t sit in the waiting room for long, because they thought that my appendix was going to rupture soon. So, I got into some hospital gowns and laid on one of those uncomfortable hospital beds. They were planning on me taking a CT scan, so the doctors made me drink this disgusting red smoothie to clear up my insides.

            After 64 ounces of this tomato juice smoothie from Hell and a few vomiting ventures, the doctor came in and said that a CT scan wasn’t necessary, because they would probably just remove my appendix anyways. So I didn’t need to drink that crap. Thanks, doc.

            So, on my 11^th birthday, I was wheeled into an operating room to have my appendix removed. The next time I woke up, it was Thanksgiving and the only nourishment I got was coming from an IV. Delicious.

            It turns out that if the doctors had waited another hour, my appendix would have completely ruptured and it could have killed me. But, as a 5^th grader, the only thing I cared about at the time was getting gipped out of my birthday and Thanksgiving with all of my family in town.

            I can’t say that my hospital stay was horrible. I was constantly being fed Gatorade and Jell-o, watching movies, and walking to the game room next door. Either that or sleeping.

After about a week of hospital stays, I was allowed to eat again. My family that had come from out of town had all left, and all the Thanksgiving leftovers were gone, but anything that wasn’t IV fluid sounded great.