Hello! My whole life has been filled with fear of getting appendicitis. It's a pretty unexpected and random event that you can't prepare for, and there's also the fear that the pain could come at any moment, for example, on a train.
I'd say I got lucky - it hit me with an attack when I was at home, my partner was at home because it was their day off and I didn't have to worry about leaving the kids alone.
It all started in a pretty unusual way for me. I always thought appendicitis started with sudden, sharp pain in the lower right abdomen. So when I woke up with mild stomach pain, I couldn't imagine that by the end of the day I'd be in the emergency room.
The stomach pain was minimal, like a 3 on a scale of 10. After eating, it all passed, my partner went out to buy meat to make a barbecue and I was anxious to enjoy a weekend with a good wine at home with my family. However, the pain came back and shifted a bit downwards, towards the area around the navel, and it hurt so much that I lay down on the sofa waiting for the pain to go away.
As time passed, the pain shifted downwards and downwards, and it hurt all over the lower abdomen. It was then that my mind started to realize that something wasn't right: "What if it's an appendix? Doesn't it usually hurt more on the right side? Will it be the intestine or something related to women?"
The pain intensified, it was quite intense and didn't pass for a second. It didn't matter what position I took, whether I was in a ball or lying on my back, the pain didn't go away. I called an ambulance with a clear idea that it was an appendix, but the symptoms, according to the paramedic, were quite vague:
The intensity with which the pain developed was unexpected (it went from symptoms appearing to calling emergency services in a couple of hours)The sensation of pain when palpating different areas of the abdomen was constant, not just in the typical location of the appendixI didn't experience nausea or vomitingAnd I didn't have a feverNaturally, I was recommended to go to the hospital to be checked by the doctors. With the idea of not leaving anything to chance, I packed a bag with the basics and was taken in an emergency car to the admission area.
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Already upon entering, I was met with the harsh realities of the hospital - I waited 30 minutes to see the surgeon, another 30 to see the gynecologist, and both told me that the symptoms were diffuse, so better wait. Okay, I'll wait.
I was taken to the room at 16.00 and told that if in two hours the situation worsened, then I would be operated on. If not, we would look for the cause elsewhere.
The first 30 minutes I spent simply lying in bed, browsing the mobile screen. Then, suddenly, everything changed - my temperature rose, I felt like I was in a sack of ice, I was frozen and aching.
The pain shifted to the right side of the lumbar area, and strong nausea appeared - the signals were so intense that I just wanted to lie down and sleep, just to stop the pain.
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Already at 17.00, I was told that the operating room was ready, and I was going to have a laparoscopy. Anticipating myself, I have to say that this was a blatant deception - the operating room was ready at 21.30, but the surgeon was not available - I was taken to the operating room on all fours, because I had no strength for anything, the pain was unbearable - I couldn't even think correctly.
I've already talked about my experience with endotracheal anesthesia in another review - you can read it here. It was a moment when I thought I couldn't recover and would stay on the operating table.
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After waking up, the first days the pain was minimal thanks to the analgesics. But the next day, reality set in and the pain became intense. I remember it was similar to what I felt after my cesarean - I've had it twice, you can read my story here.
Walking was a torment and, to make matters worse, when I got up from bed, my right shoulder started to hurt. They explained that during the operation, they had inflated my abdominal cavity with gas and not completely removed it. This gas rose to the upper part of the body and pressed on the nerves, causing pain. Fortunately, these evils disappeared after a few days.
In the hospital, I was treated with magnetotherapy - an old technique that seemed heavy and was connected to an electric current. At first, I didn't believe in its effectiveness, but after the session, I did notice a significant decrease in pain and could move more easily around the room.
The diet after appendectomy. Well, after going through appendectomy, it's recommended to follow a strict diet for a few days. I ate baked apples, drank yogurt and kefir without added sugars, and also ate salted cookies. The next days, I added hospital foods to my diet, such as liquid soups, rice, and grilled chicken. I was also given a cabbage soup (although it's not recommended, but nothing happened to me).
On the third day, I was discharged from the hospital, and at home I ate grilled chicken, liquid puree, cooked carrot, cabbage tea (I ate it in large quantities, always wanting more and more) and, of course, my usual yogurts and kefirs. After a week of discharge, the sutures were removed and the doctor told me I could eat whatever I wanted.
Of course, I didn't dive into eating everything at once, but after two weeks of the operation, I was drinking moderately, eating sushi, and passing to normal home meals.
Already a month and a half have passed since the operation, and the sutures are of little concern to me most of the time - the most sensitive one is located at the navel when I'm lying on my stomach, and sometimes a slight discomfort appears, more like a reminder that there's a suture there
Here, the sutures have not yet been removed:
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I would recommend the laparoscopic method for removing the appendix - of course, after my cesarean scar, the scabs didn't scare me at all, but this method is much less invasive.