#appendectomy

[airbornearchivesss]

sometimes i see spina’s once scene throughout the whole show and remember what a mischievous little shit he was— he sold condoms AND gave sobel a fake appendectomy along with al mampre😭 sobel HATED to see them coming

[81pastrys]

Surge of Emotions

Summary— Carlos calms his worried before before surgery

Warnings— appendectomy ; surgery ; hospital

A/N— okay, okay, one more then I’m going to bed 👀

Carlos One Shots

Request— hi can you do a fic where the reader gets surgery and carlos helps her calm down before because she is so nervous? thank you!!!!

Carlos sat with his girlfriend in the waiting area while she filled out some paperwork. The hospital always made her nervous and he could sense that.

Her leg shaking uncontrollably while she filled out the pages along pages. He rested his hand on the shaking limb and kissed her head. “It’s alright, I’ll be right here with you.” He said.

She flashed him a small smile and finished all the signatures and questions, returning the clipboard to the desk. It was a simple procedure. Her doctor notice some abnormalities with her bloodwork and found that her appendix was not in the best condition, meaning the best option was an appendectomy.

She’s glad the doctor had caught it, If he didn’t it could’ve cause infertility and she would be devastated not to have kids. Carlos was there for her every second, the breaks feeling shorter with him.

They pulled the couple back and she changed into a gown and the nurses were super nice and welcoming. The doctor came in to explain the procedure and she felt even more anxious.

“Mi amor, it’s okay, it’s a simple general surgery and I’m sure he does them all the time.” Carlos assured her when she squeezed his hand. The doctor joined in assuring her the statistics of messing up an appendectomy were slim to none.

The doctor left and told them the nurses would check her vitals one more time before whisking her to the operating room. “I’m scared.” She whispered to Carlos. Her voice shaky and wavering.

It was her first surgery and she had no idea what to even expect. “I’ll be here when you wake up, and I’ll shower you with kisses when you’re awake, I’ll take of you until we get home and until I absolutely have to leave.” He told her.

The surgery went well and she woke up slowly a few hours after, the medicine working and numbing the pained area in her abdomen. She fluttered her eyes open and looked to Carlos, sitting at her bedside holding her limp hand in his strong and tanned one.

“Hello mi amor.” He smiled at her dopey smile at him. He pressed the nurse call button, to notify she was awake. “How are you feeling?” His voice was low and soft. He moved her hair carefully away from her face and she looked around.

“Is it over?” She asked. She squeezed his hand to assure herself her reflexes still worked. It was a weak squeeze but something nonetheless. A nurse walked in and did her job of making sure everything looked normal, which it did.

“Everything went well in surgery, you should be released soon.” With that, the nurse left the room. Another nurse came in to tell Carlos and her how to tend to the wound and other important things to note.

She got released once she could go to the bathroom by herself without help. Carlos drove them home and set her in bed. He got her water and changed her clothes. “You’re doing amazing cariño.” He praised. She smiled and he moved her hair again. “Can I put your hair up, it’s been bothering you all day.”

She nodded and sat up, before leaning back again after a wail of pain. Carlos stopped her and took her hair up into a bun, moving just her head forwards. “I guess I should’ve thought that wouldn’t work out.” She strained, the pain now pulsing in her abdomen.

“Do you want some medicine?” They stopped at the pharmacy to get the pain killers before arriving home. She nodded and he took the dose she was prescribed, handing her the pills and water.

“Thank you Carlos, you’re the best boyfriend ever.” She was still a bit dopey off the hospital medicine. He smiled and chuckled, leaving a kiss on her hand.

“I’m going to start dinner, do you want anything before I go?” He asked her. She shook her head and he left her with a book and phone so he could make her favorite dinner.

Simple surgery for the win bc I didn’t know what other kind to do

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[whumpybones]

Re: medical question -how are you feeling after the surgery? Any sensations? I heard that when getting the appendix removed you also get stitches - do they feel weird in any way?

I got a laparoscopic appendectomy, which means there’s three small holes rather than one large incision. I can’t really feel individual stitches, but it does hurt a lot. I left the hospital an hour or two after surgery, and slept for three hours when I got home. But the next 12 ish hours after were agony! I couldn’t inhale without feeling like my insides were being ripped apart, and if I forgot to breathe for a second the pain was as bad as before I went to the hospital. In the couple days after surgery the pain is in more specific areas (I assume that’s where the incisions are, since to me it’s just under the bandages)

As far as feeling weird, my whole belly feels tight like when your bladder is full, but other than that, it just stings and aches

I hope that answers your question!

Also feels worth noting that I have a condition that means I have chronic pain and pain meds are less effective for me

[ladidaletty]

just got my appendix removed does this mean i can now befriend george russell?

[hb-writes]

Doting

Summary: When Mia's sudden stomach pain turns out to be appendicitis, the Cullen family's doting nature comes out. Takes place pre-Twilight/ Bella, but not by much (it's the same school year).

Characters: All of the Cullens are present, but focus is mainly on Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen & Mia Cullen (OC)

Content Warnings: medical stuff - ER visit, appendicitis, appendectomy, surgery recovery

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It was usually Carlisle and Edward who monitored the majority of Mia’s medical needs. It was Carlisle and Edward who did the assessing and diagnosing, determining the need for a visit to her pediatrician or the emergency room. Determining what could and should be cared for by them at home, knowing that she received a fair bit more at-home care than most children did because most kids didn’t have a father and brother with medical degrees. Most kids didn’t have so many people paying such close attention. Most people didn't have so many people close who cared and had the ability to see in one way or another what was going on...

Most people didn't have a Carlisle or an Edward, with their medical degrees and their decades of experience and knowledge.

Most people didn't have an Alice who had visions of the future or a Jasper who could sense moods.

But even so, it had been Esme and her mother’s intuition—her thorough knowledge of her youngest child—who figured out something was wrong with their Mia.

Mia had been quiet when she came home from school, slightly withdrawn as she went through the motions of saying goodbye to her siblings before they left for their hunting trip. No one questioned the behavior. Mia understood why she couldn’t go, but she was always a bit disappointed when the others left her behind anyway.

She first mentioned the stomach ache after they left, declining dinner and informing Esme that her stomach had been off all day. Mia figured it had just been nerves about the science test that was worth 40% of her grade this quarter, and when the test had passed but the unease in her stomach didn’t dissipate, Mia assumed she had caught a bug. It seemed likely—it was flu season after all. 

But the flu didn’t feel like this. It could be awful, sure, but the persistent pain Mia had felt…she knew it was something more. And it was something she couldn’t hide or explain away. She was in enough pain that she didn’t even care to hide it from her mother. Mia was in enough pain that she didn’t fight when Esme announced that they needed to go to the hospital. 

Mia only braced herself against the pain as her mother situated her in the front seat of the car, too engrossed in her discomfort, too desperate for relief to even be bothered about where they were going. 

It was Carlisle’s new resident, a bright-eyed young woman who grew up and attended college and medical school on the other side of the country, moving to Forks 6 months ago for her training, who greeted them and examined Mia while Carlisle was busy treating a farmer who had the misfortune of having his arm stuck in a piece of farm equipment. 

It was the resident who endured Mia’s screams as she gently pressed her fingers to Mia’s stomach. It was the resident who had studied the sonogram images of Mia’s abdomen. It was the resident who explained to Esme and Mia the diagnosis and the prognosis and the next steps. It was the resident who prescribed some pain killers while they waited.

Mia was resting by the time Carlisle was able to get away, curled into the fetal position with her head in Esme’s lap, both of them huddled in the hospital bed.

Carlisle kissed his wife and stroked a cool thumb across his daughter’s flushed cheek before pulling the chart from the end of the bed. He had already been briefed, but he liked to see the blood work for himself. Liked to see her vitals. Liked to be sure for himself even though he trusted his resident’s assessment. 

As soon as the appendicitis was diagnosed, they started the medications—antibiotics to fight the infection and pain killers to help keep her comfortable. 

Carlisle knew his daughter would be fine. They had caught it before the appendix ruptured. She would have a quick surgery and head home. She would recover and have little to show for the whole ordeal aside from a memory and a small scar that would fade to nothing over time. 

“She’ll be okay,” Carlisle said, unsure if the assurance was more for himself or for his wife. “Flanders is a terrific surgeon.” 

Esme nodded at her husband before looking back to their daughter, smoothing back the sweaty hair on Mia’s forehead. Esme had been so grateful when Mia fell asleep, so grateful for the speed with which the IV-administered pain medication had swarmed her daughter’s system, swiftly easing Mia’s torment. But there was a fear that still refused to budge, a worry that had settled itself in Esme’s heart and every fiber of her being. 

Carlisle pulled her to his side and kissed his wife’s forehead, careful that the movement didn’t disturb their sleeping child. Carlisle knew the words wouldn’t be enough to soothe Esme. 

The words…The knowledge that she would be fine…That an appendectomy was standard…easy…None of that had soothed him either. 

The only thing that would offer any relief was seeing their child on the other side of this.

—

The surgery was laparoscopic. Minimally invasive. No complications. She was discharged home on the same day from the recovery room with discharge notes and a prescription for pain medication. 

Mia was asleep on the couch, settled between Esme and Carlisle when the front door burst open, Edward emerging with a wild look in his eye. It was a full minute before Alice caught up.

“She’s—”

“I saw—” Alice began, the words caught in her throat as the vision she’d seen flashed in her memory again. Edward swallowed as it washed over his mind as well. 

“She’s fine,” Carlisle said, his gaze drifting towards the front door as Rose, Jasper, and Emmett came into the room. “Our Mia had appendicitis, but your mother spotted it in time and she’s healing.” 

Carlisle’s words and the sight of their sister sleeping peacefully brought some relief—Carlisle could see the slight change in each of his children as they integrated the information, taking in his assurances. 

Even so, he extricated himself from the sofa and crossed the room to pull her discharge papers from his bag. He wordlessly passed them to his son for review before glancing back at Mia. 

Jasper stood a ways back, but the others had taken up the space Carlisle had vacated, crowding around Mia as she continued to sleep. 

She would be fine. More than fine. While she recovered, she would be cared for and doted on almost too well. She would receive far better care than any hospital could offer.

Carlisle had taken a few days off from the hospital to be with her, but he knew it wasn’t truly warranted. Mia had more than enough volunteers ready to help nursing her back to health. 

“She should be up and moving soon,” Edward murmured as he looked over the papers. “Even if she doesn’t want to be.” 

Carlisle nodded.

“She did a little walking at the hospital before they released her.” 

“How did she do?” 

Carlisle answered through a glance and a small smirk that told Edward his sister had been full of complaints through every step she took.

“Your sister is a terrible patient.”

“And they’ll do nothing but enable her,” Edward said, nodding toward the others. 

“A little doting won’t hurt her,” Carlisle mused, knowing that he planned to dote a little himself. He glanced at Edward. “You were able to go hunting?” 

“Barely,” Edward answered, his gaze moving to Jasper who was still at the edge of the room and keeping a distance. “The others should head back out.”

“And you?” Carlisle asked. 

“I’ll be fine,” Edward answered. “I’ll stay.” 

Carlisle snorted softly. “Go hunt, son.” Carlisle took back the discharge papers. 

“I should—”

“Your sister is safe,” Carlisle interrupted. “And she'll be asleep for a few hours still. And your mother and I are here with her. Take your siblings back out to hunt.” 

Edward looked torn, his dark eyes settled on his sleeping sister. Carlisle’s gaze remained on his son as he watched his sister. 

You can have a turn doting on her after you’ve fed.

Edward glanced at Carlisle. He hadn’t said it aloud, but Edward heard it all the same.

The nourishment will help you better navigate the recovery. 

Carlisle hadn’t said it or even thought it, but Edward knew that what Carlisle truly meant was that feeding would give him a little more patience. Feeding would help Edward navigate his sister’s complaining about getting off the couch and completing her exercises and following the discharge instructions with the least amount of bickering. Feeding would lower the odds of Carlisle and Esme having to play referee. 

What Edward didn’t realize was that Carlisle also meant that before Edward could care for his sister, he needed to care for himself. 

What Edward didn’t realize was that Mia wasn’t the only Cullen Carlisle was doting on. 

Carlisle placed a hand on Edward’s shoulder, squeezing once before he crossed the room and began the process of ushering his other children from the room, communicating the plan to resume their hunting trip to the others while giving Edward the opportunity to approach Mia and Esme on his own. 

Esme gave a gentle smile as Edward approached, sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of them. Edward took the hand Esme offered.

“She’ll be fine,” Esme said. “They all said the recovery should be simple.” 

Edward raised an eyebrow. Esme chuckled, a bit of light entering her eyes for the first time since this ordeal started. 

“Well, it should be simple when it comes to the medical piece, at least,” she amended. 

Edward snorted, barely a sound emitted as he did it, but Mia’s eyes fluttered open anyway, locking on him immediately. 

“Edward?” 

Some tension Edward hadn’t realized he was holding shifted at hearing her voice. Esme released his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got my appendix out,” Mia mumbled, the hint of a smile on her lips though it disappeared as she shifted position, her face suddenly scrunched up as she winced at a lash of pain. 

“Careful,” Edward said, his hands instinctively shooting forward to steady her. 

“I’m fine,” she hissed, though she was far from it, a small bead of sweat forming at her hairline and a bit of foggy exhaustion creeping in after just a few minutes awake, after just a few seconds of misguided movement. 

Edward gave his mother a knowing look and Esme schooled her features, but Mia had somehow caught it, even distracted as she was with her pain. 

“It’s not funny. I just had surgery and—”

“You’re awake,” Carlisle said gently and as if it was the best news in the world. He offered a smile to Mia as he approached, his sudden presence easily putting an end to a rant he knew would only rile her up. 

“Edward, the others are waiting for you,” he said, squeezing Edward’s shoulder. 

Edward nodded. “I’ll be back soon,” he offered to Mia and Esme before standing and moving slowly towards the front door. 

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Carlisle asked as he took Edward’s place on the coffee table.

Edward slowed his steps as he waited to hear Mia’s answer, hoping she’d give their father a more honest and complete answer than she had given him. There was none of the sarcasm Edward had received—none of the bite in her voice either—as his sister answered Carlisle’s question with a question, her voice small and timid. 

“Can I have some ice cream?” 

Edward stopped by the front door. His instinct was to return to the livingroom and answer. To interject and relay the instructions he’d just read in the discharge summary—she was restricted to clear liquids only for 24 hours post- surgery—but Carlisle answered before he could get the words out. 

“How about a popsicle?” he offered instead, just as well-versed in his daughter's discharge papers as the son who still lingered by the front door. 

Edward didn’t hear his sister’s answer, but he heard Carlisle stand and cross the room, a doting sentiment sent his way as Carlisle walked toward the kitchen. 

Go ahead, son. She’ll be fine.

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Character sheet: Cream

Patterns shown below (warning for appendectomy scar)

[mochalottie]

Me putting Spider through the wringer again: who'd have guessed!!!

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gave my blahaj top surgery and appendectomy scars

pretty ok for a first sewing project! yayyyyy