Hmm, I just went through two weeks of hell.

I figured that this was a good time to blog.

Okay so how did this all start? On Valentine's Day I wake up with this burning, gnawing feeling in my lower abdomen. I thought it was food poisoning (of course from the lovely DC) but I was mistaken.

The pain bothered me so much that Jenny was nice enough to walk me down to the tang center. It was sort of sad that before I had no idea where it was. (Thanks a bunch Jenny ). Anyway after much waiting and poking and prodding they stuck me with an iv (well they messed up the first time) and game me some anti-nausea and some pain medicine. Then they prodded me some more and finally figured that I should go to Alta Bates make sure and see if I had appendicitis or not.

Well I got shipped over in an ambulance. And waited. And waited. And waited. It was a whole lot of waiting you see. And not only that but they spelled my name wrong after getting my birthday wrong. It was all on my insurance card, and they still got it wrong. I didn’t notice until it was too late too x_X. Anyways after a long time I got a CT scan, they claim it was a ruptured ovarian cyst, and I’m shipped home (after freaking out friends and family… sorry…) with a prescription of Vicodin. Mmm painkillers.

Anyway I sleep that night, and have some uncontrollable shivering going on. Thought it was like some side effect from the cyst, but I guess I was wrong about that too. I felt better the next day, and then studied frantically for my Chem. Midterm. Chucked up the liquids I had downed that day, in the afternoon, and felt like crap when I took the test. (But I took it damn it! Give me an A!).

And you know what I think my appendix burst on Wednesday. Went back down to the tang center, and then eventually went home. Spent the rest of the week seeing a doctor a day, combated fevers, and indigestion. Then I finally went to the ER at El Camino did a rather painful CT scan, and they finally diagnosed me with a ruptured appendix.

By that time the infection was pretty bad, something about two abscesses and a whole lot of pus in the lower abdomen. (Thanks to my surgeon for getting that crap out.)

Got my operation done on Monday, (I got staples not stitches). And then spent 6 more days at that hospital. You know its funny how many times my surgeon warned me about getting a scar. Like I really cared at that point?

And now I’m back at home chugging anti-biotic and slowly starting to do some homework on painkillers. (Isn’t that fun!) Haha actually I’m feeling a lot better now, and hopefully I can go back to Berkeley soon. I’m definitely dropping my chem lab though, I can just imagine myself now hobbling around and spilling some HCl all over myself.

Thanks to all friends and family for getting me through this, it helps more than you know. =P

That’s enough for now.