#appendicitis

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A Life That Can Rupture

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Rosalie Hale x Daughter!Human!Reader 

Emmett Cullen x Daughter!Human!Reader 

Word count: 1062

Warnings: Appendicitis

Y/N: Your Name 

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I don’t remember my parents’ faces the way I’m supposed to. I remember fragments. My mom’s laugh- too loud, always apologetic after. My dad’s hands, rough and warm when he lifted me onto his shoulders. I remember headlights cutting through rain, the smell of wet asphalt, and the sound of my own heartbeat pounding so hard I thought it might tear me open. Then screaming. 

Then silence. 

The Cullens tell me they found me hiding in the trees behind what was left of our car. Eight years old. Covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Shocked so deeply, I didn’t even cry when Rosalie wrapped me in her arms. Nomad vampires had killed my parents. And somehow… spared me. Carlisle says it was luck. Edward says fate. Alice won’t say anything at all, just smiles at me like she always knew I’d be here. Rosalie became my mother that night. 

At sixteen, I’ve learned to live between worlds. I’m human in a house of marble statues. My heart beats too fast, too loud. I bruise easily. I get sick. I bleed. They’ve never let me forget how precious that makes me. Rosalie packs my lunches with obsessive care. Emmett walks me to school like a bodyguard who forgot subtlety exists. Carlisle monitors my health like I’m a glass ornament that might shatter if he blinks wrong. And I love them for it. I really do. But some days, being human feels like a ticking clock. 

The pain wakes me before dawn. At first, I think I’m dreaming. It’s a deep, sharp ache low in my abdomen- hot and insistent, like something twisting inside me. I curl instinctively, breath hitching as the pain spikes suddenly, violently enough that a gasp tears out of me. 

“Okay,” I whisper to the dark. “Okay, breathe.” 

I try to sit up. 

Bad idea. 

The room spins, nausea rising fast and ugly. I press a hand to my stomach, fingers trembling, and bite down on a cry when the pain flares again- worse this time, focused and unforgiving. 

Something’s wrong. 

Really wrong.

“Mom?” I call, voice thing. “Mom?” 

The words barely leave my mouth before she’s there. The door opens silently, light spilling in as Rosalie appears beside my bed like she’s been summoned. Her face is calm for exactly half a second, until she sees me curled in on myself, pale and shaking. 

“Y/N,” She says sharply, already at my side. “What hurts?” 

“My stomach,” I whisper. “It-It really hurts.” 

Her hand is gentle when it presses to my forehead, brushing my hair back. I can feel her trying not to panic. Trying to be composed. She fails. 

“This isn’t right…” She says, voice tight. “You were fine last night.” 

Another wave of pain crashes through me, and I groan despite myself, clutching at the sheets. Rosalie straightens suddenly, fear flashing bright and unmasked across her perfect face. 

“Carlisle!” She calls, loud enough to shake the house. “Carlisle, now!” 

Footsteps thunder- impossibly fast- and suddenly the room is full. Carlisle is at my side, eyes already focused, hands warm and steady as they press carefully along my abdomen. 

“Does it hurt here?” He asks. 

“Yes!” I gasp. 

“And here?”

“Yes! Worse!” 

He stops. Rosalie is watching his face like it holds the fate of the world. Carlisle exhales slowly. 

“Rosalie,” He says calmly. “She has appendicitis.” 

The word hits me like ice. 

“I-I have what?” I ask weakly. 

Rosalie’s hands clench into fists. “Is that dangerous?” 

“It can be,” Carlisle says. “If it ruptures.” 

I suddenly feel very small. 

“And we need to go,” He adds firmly. “Now.” 

Everything moves too fast after that. Rosalie helps me dress with shaking hands, murmuring reassurances she doesn’t believe yet. Emmett appears in the doorway, face splitting into concern the second he sees me pale and bent in half. 

“What happened?” He demands. 

“She’s sick.” Rosalie snaps. “Get the car.” 

Emmett is gone in a blur. 

I’m half carried, half walked down the stairs, every step sending sharp jolts of pain through me. Carlisle keeps one hand on my shoulder, grounding, steady. 

“You’re going to be fine.” He tells me gently. “Appendectomies are routine.” 

“For humans…” I mutter. 

His smile is soft. “You’re surrounded by vampires who love you. That helps.” 

The ride to the hospital is a blur of red taillights and clenched teeth. Rosalie holds my hand the whole way, grip tight enough to hurt, but I don’t pull away. I don’t think she realizes she’s shaking. 

“I’m sorry.” I whisper suddenly. “I didn’t mean to-” 

“Don’t.” She cuts in immediately. “Don’t you dare apologize.” 

Emmet glances back at us from the driver’s seat, jaw tight. 

“You’re our kid,” He says. “This is literally our job.” 

That almost makes me cry. 

The hospital smells like antiseptic and fear. Carlisle becomes Dr. Cullen in an instant. Calm, professional, and commanding respect without trying. I’m rushed through triage, poked, prodded, and scanned. The pain keeps building. 

By the time they confirm it- acute appendicitis, surgery, needed immediately- I’m exhausted, tears slipping down my temples as the world pulses in and out of focus. Rosalie stands at the foot of my bed, face paler than usual. Emmett is right beside her, arms crossed.  

“They’re taking her now.” Carlisle says quietly. 

Rosalie nods once. Then she breaks. She rushes forward, gripping my face gently but desperately, forehead pressed to mine. 

“I should have known…” She whispered fiercely. “I should have seen it coming.” 

I swallow hard. “You’re not Aunt Alice.” 

Her eyes shine. “I can’t lose you.” 

“You won’t.” I promise, even though fear coils tight in my chest. 

Emmett leans down and kisses my forehead, careful and reverent. “Be tough, kiddo.” 

“I learned from you.” I manage. 

They wheel me away before anyone can say more. The last thing I see before the anesthesia pulls me under is Rosalie’s face- beautiful, terrified, and so full of love it hurts.

I wake up hours later, groggy, sore, and alive. Rosalie is there instantly, sitting beside my bed. 

“It’s over,” She says softly. “You’re okay.” 

I breathe out shakily. 

“I hate being human sometimes.” I admit. 

She smiles sadly and squeezes my hand. “And I love you for it. Every fragile, fleeting second.” 

I close my eyes, comforted. Because I survived. Because I’m loved. Because even in a house of immortals, I belong. 

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[mathsanddinos]

I had to get my appendix removed so now so does ford

[kimkig]

imagine usopp getting appendicitis. at first he’s just being whiny like “sanjiiii my tummy hurts help :(“. but then it gets worse and he goes all quiet and pale. he’s in his hammock curled up in a little ball when he starts puking. and that’s when sanji knows something is seriously wrong. cue him carrying usopp to chopper bridal style because the pain is too bad to walk.

[anemptyflask]

omggg do it!!! I can also picture george post op being scared to touch max because of the stitches and max rolling his eyes and just hugging him because it hurts but it hurts less if george is there

960 words of Gax appendicitis fluff/hurt/comfort (mild medical whump) based on this post

Max is fine. He's fine. Max is fine.

He runs it through his head again and again and again because he's not sure he quite believes it. Not sure if he'll ever believe it. Because it had been bad. It had been so bad. And Max was still pale. Too pale. And too thin.

It's an idle thought in the back of his head that he's not sure if Max will make weight. That thought is quickly shut down as that's likely the furthest thought from Max or his team’s mind. Well, from the team's mind, Max is probably thinking about it.

But Max could have died. Nearly did. Because he's a stupid idiot who after nearly thirty years of life still doesn't know how to listen to his body.

“George,” his eyes snap to Max who's looking at him with an infuriating half smile. He should not be smiling. In fact he should be banned from smiling until he learns to take care of himself and refrains from giving George a heart attack. “You are thinking too loud again.”

He scoffs, “At least I think. You don't think at all.”

“Come here,” Max reaches up a hand and George tries to ignore the tremor even more noticeable with the IV snaking up his arm.

“No.” He doesn't want to reward him for this. In the same way he wouldn't reward a dog for making himself ill for getting into chocolate.

“George,” he says again, softer this time, shaking hand still out stretched. Waiting. “I am okay.”

That wasn't what this was about. It wasn't. It was on principle. It wasn't because he was afraid. It wasn't that he was afraid that if he touched him he would hurt him somehow. (Because not long ago everything had hurt him. Every movement. Every touch. Everything had hurt and he had seemed so broken and pitiful and-) It wasn't because he was afraid. Not of the moment he touches skin to find it cold and clammy and lifeless. Not that this was some sleep deprived illusion that would snap away and send him back into reality the moment he let it. Not that.

“I am okay.” And again, Max is speaking gentle. He shouldn't be doing that. It only reinforced that something was wrong. “Stop looking at me as though I am going to disappear.”

“I hate you, you know.” George says, but he steps forward and places his own hand in Max's. Only because he's about to leave the country. Only because if - God forbid - something did happen while he was gone, he'd never forgive himself.

“I know.” Max smiles, lacing his fingers through George's and letting the weight drop.

George holds it steady, slowly bringing it down to the side of the bed.

Max is already slightly raised against the bed, but when he places his other hand down as though he's going to lift up again, George squeezes his hand tighter. “Don't. You'll tear your stitches.”

“I'm fine, George.” He rolls his eyes but aborts, not landing nearly as gently as George would have preferred.

He keeps saying that. Saying it like it's true. Like it wasn’t- “It’s the first Grand Prix of your career you won't be racing in.”

“Thank you for reminding me.” Max grumbles and George regrets bringing it up. He knew it was a sore spot for him. How could it not be? He wants to say well you'd be there if you got yourself checked out when you should have. But then he simply would have missed the last race, so it all shakes out the same in the end. Though George might be able to better sleep at night if things hadn't gone this way.

“You think too much for someone who also talks too much.”

“Are you actively attempting to run me off?” There was a time when he might have snapped the response, instead he finds his thumb running up and down the side of Max's hand.

“You need to go.” Max says too seriously. “It is just precautionary now. You cannot miss a race for me. I will be okay.”

But what if something else happens? What if there are more complications? What if they were wrong and the window for sepsis hasn't passed? What if-

Movement of his hand draws him out of the spiral as it's brought up and lips brush the back of his wrist.

“Be careful.” He finds himself saying. Their entwined hands drop onto Max's ribs and he tries not to stiffen at the contact, not wanting to cause him any more undue pain.

“I am not going to break, George. Though I am not so sure about you.”

“Very funny.” But it's not too far off. He had broken in a way. However that wasn't for Max to know the full extent of.

Finally, George sighs, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his forehead, lingering a moment in an attempt to see if there are any residuals of a fever. He's warm, but not to the extent of before. “I should go.”

“Yes, you should.” But Max doesn't release his hand. Maybe he's not as unaffected by all of this as he tries to let on.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. You stayed longer than you needed.”

He wants to refute it. Say no, you're worth this. You're worth more than this. You deserve someone by your side always. Through everything. But he doesn't say it. Because Max wouldn't like that even if he maybe should hear it.

But no. He doesn't say it. Maybe later. When he comes back. He may not say it, but he can prove it. And Max can prove that he's fine. That he's staying in his own way.

So long as they can both prove it to each other.

[bloodredcherry-fic]

all my roads (they lead to you)

Ch. 18

For: @chase-me-round

AN: This is loosely based on my own experience with appendicitis. I didn't faint, but I definitely was woken up at 3am and just went about my day, thinking I just had a stitch until finally going to the emergency room at 10pm.

For the love of Christ, don't be like me and go to the hospital if you have pain for more than 4 hours!!!

Also, my cat made bread on my right side, just like Luna, which is still wild to me!

✐

It feels strange, waking up alone. Jack’s on nights and you’re back at school - you and Yasmin have been frantically getting the Sunshine Room ready - making clowds and sunbursts out of tissue paper, to hand around the classroom with the left over paper chains from the Mother's Day tea and now it was time to start labelling bins and desks and innumerable pencils until your fingers cramp.

You wince, sitting up, as Luna makes her way towards you, and you laugh as she starts making bread on your stomach.

"Ow," you wince as her nails cut through your sleep shirt, and you scoop her into your lap, pressing a kiss to her head. You grab your phone to quickly text Jack.

ᴹᴼᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ ♡︎

Jack replies a moment later:

ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ

He sends a picture of the skyline, from the roof of the Pitt, and you bite your lip.

ᴵˢ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᴷᴬʸ?

You know he goes up there after a rough shift, and you quickly braid your hair as you wait for his reply, grabbing a hair tie from the dish on your nightstand.

ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

You'd assumed as much, but you knew he'd tell you as much as he could when you got home.

ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ʸᴼᵁ, ᴮᴬᴮʸ. ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ'ˢ ᶜᴴᴵᶜᴷᴱᴺ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴿᴵᴰᴳᴱ

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

You get up, making your way to the bathroom, and you rub a hand over your stomach, as you grab your toothbrush, as The Beaches Last Girls at the Party blares from your speakers.

I'm not gonna slow down

I'll never look as hot as I do now

'Cause I don't wanna miss out

As I pick myself up off the ground

You bounce around the bathroom, dancing as you brush your teeth, wincing as the stitch in your side pinches.

You pause, makeup half done, tentatively pressing on your right side, just under your ribs, there's some pain but it's mild, and you lean forward as Luna meows at you from the floor, standing up to stretch against your leg.

"I know," you sigh, "but I have to."

The ride to work is quick, and Yasmine already there when you arrive, typing away at the computer.

"Hey, babe," you drop your bag on the counter.

"I'm almost done," Yasmin throws over her shoulder.

"We were supposed to do that together," you huff.

"My yoga class got cancelled, and I got in the zone last night - hey," she stops typing to look at you. "Are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, I finished Love Is Blind last night, I'm just tired."

"Is Jack at work?"

You nod, grabbing your coffee to go cup and a pack of large pencils.

You make your way over to one of the small, circular tables, where blank name tags and a class list are waiting for you.

"Is Sammy, Ruby's sister?" You wonder.

"Yep, and Ahmed's little brother is in our class too."

Ahmed was an angel - a quiet boy, with green plastic glasses, the kind of student a teacher wanted ten of.

The rest of the morning goes by normally, despite the fact that you keep feeling like you needed to pee, with little success.

"Shit," you mutter, the last thing you needed was a UTI the week before school started. You quickly flush, and you're on your way to wash your hands when it happens, "oh -" you gasp as a sharp stabbing pain in your side makes you double over, and you grip the counter taking a long shaky breath.

You're sweating when you finally manage to wash your hands.

"Hey," Yasmin calls as you carefully make your way back into the classroom, "Jesus Christ, Kat -"

"I-I think something's wrong," you manage, right before everything goes black.

✐

You gasp awake, as someone presses their knuckles against your sternum.

"Kat?" Dave's voice sounds like it's underwater and you blink up at him.

"What -?"

"Oh my god," Yasmin cries, "you scared the shit out of me!"

"S-sorry," you mumble, trying to sit up.

"Oh, no," Dave gently guides you back into Yasmin's lap. "The ambulance is on its way -"

"I don't -"

"Girl," Yasmin snaps, "you fucking fainted."

"I'm sorry," you whimper, as tears fill your eyes.

"Don't apologize," Yasmin sniffs, running her hand over your hair.

Brenda Wood rushes into the room, looking harried, cell phone in hand.

"They're about five minutes away," she glances down at you, "gosh, are you okay, honey?"

"I think so?"

"Do you know if she hit her head?" Brenda asks Yasmin.

"No, I caught her before she fell."

"No," Brenda tells 911, "she didn't hit her head - where's the pain?"

"My stomach."

"What side?"

You frown, "I woke up with a stitch this morning ..." You trail your fingers along your right side, where Luna had frantically made bread that morning.

"Brenda?" Kamira calls from the doorway, standing back so the EMTs can guide the gurney inside.

"Hi," a petite Asian woman greets you, "I'm Cary, this is Bosco. We heard you fainted."

"I, I guess," you laugh, wincing at the pain that lances across your belly.

"What's your name?"

"Kat Moore."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty eight."

"What's today's date?"

"Um, the eighth of August? 2026."

"Okay great, and you said she didn't hit her head?"

"No, ma'am," Yasmin replies, grabbing your hand.

"Any chance you're pregnant?" Cary wonders.

"I - I don't think so."

"Okay, and where exactly is the pain located right now?" The male EMT asks, pulling open his pack.

"My right side - b-but my appendix is on the left side right?"

"No," Cary shakes her head, "although the pain can present differently - can I check your stomach?"

"Y-yes."

Cary crouches down, carefully setting her left hand on your arm, as she gently presses against your right side and you gasp when she lets go.

"Jesus, fuck!"

"I'm sorry. Can you describe the pain? Is it dull?"

"It hurt, but, dull I guess? Until you pressed on it."

Yasmin gives you an incredulous look and you blush.

"I thought it was a stitch."

"It looks like you definitely have appendicitis," Cary glances at Bosco, who makes his way over.

"Can you stand up?"

"I don't know," you admit, sheepishly.

"Let me help you," Bosco carefully helps you sit up before he takes your arm, helping you get to your feet.

"Ow -"

"I know, I'm sorry." He carefully straps you in, "Cary, I'm going to start a line, 0.9% normal saline, and morphine for the pain -"

"Oh," you sit up, despite the pain, "I need to call Jack -"

"I'll do it," Yasmin assures you, and you hand her your phone, as Bosco inserts an IV into the back of your hand.

"Hey - sorry to wake you -"

Shit.

"Yeah, no, um, Kat fainted at work - yes, paramedics are here, I don't know hold on, are you taking her to PTMC?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Yeah, oh, yeah of course. Okay. Bye." Yasmin tucks your phone into her back pocket, "can I come with you? Jack's going to meet us there."

"Of course."

"Jack?" Bosco wonders, "Dr. Abbot?"

You nod miserably, "he's my boyfriend."

Realization passes Cary's face, "the cookies?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry, Kat," Bosco assures you, "we'll take good care of you."

You glance at Brenda, "I'm so sorry."

Brenda's face softens as she waves you off, "no, don't apologize."

"But -"

"I'll take care of it, you just focus on feeling better."

"Okay, we'll take you outside -"

"Thank you!" You call to Dave as they wheel you out.

"You owe me one!" He winks, waving as you go.

You spot curious co-workers peeking out of their rooms as Bosco and Cary wheel you down the hall and you can't stop the tears from coming.

"Oh, Kat, don't cry," she whispers, grabbing your hand, following you outside into the mid afternoon sunlight. “Shit,” she mutters, holding her hand over your face, “it’s bright as fuck out here.”

Bosco huffs a laugh, and you don't miss the way Yasmin flushes.

"I'm going to give you a shot of Zofran, for nausea just in case," Cary explains as they load you into the back of the ambulance and the morphine must have already kicked in because you barely feel the rumble of the gurney in your stomach.

"You're okay," Yasmin assures you, brushing your hair back from your face.

"Yeah, I'm never going to live this down -"

"The OSHA paperwork is going to be insane."

You close your eyes, against the fresh tears that leak from your eyes, as Yasmin sits next to you, never letting go of your hand.

"We good to go?" Cary calls from the front.

"Yep, all good."

✐

You can't help dozing off on the ride over - the morphine is singing through your veins, and you feel almost seperate from the dull ache in your right side, like it's someone else's pain, someone else's problem.

"Kat?" Bosco's hand is heavy on your shoulder, and you blink awake. "We're here."

You gently shake your head, "Yasmin?"

"I'm here," she laughs, squeezing your hand. "They have you the good stuff, huh?"

"I feel like I'm floating," you admit as Cary opens the back door.

"Kat?" A familiar voice calls, "what've we got?" Robby calls, rushing over.

"A thirty eight year old female, presenting with appendicitis, who fainted at work."

"Did she hit her head?"

"No," you reply, "Yasmin caught me."

Robby's mouth quirks up, "hey, can you tell me your name?"

"You know my name, Robby."

"Humour me."

"Kat Moore, thirty eight, it's August eighth, 2026."

"Good," Robby nods, "can you spell the word table, for me?"

"Yep," you nod happily, and Yasmin bites back a laugh.

"Out loud."

"Oh, T-A-B-L-E."

"Good, spell it backwards?" Robby asks, shining his penlight into your eyes.

"Shit that's bright," you mumble.

"Both pupils react normally -" he looks at you expectantly.

"E-L-B-A-T."

"EOM is intact," Robby nods. "Now, when did the pain start?"

"This morning? It woke me up ... At three?"

Robby's eyes widen, "and you went to work?"

"I thought it was a stitch."

"Hm. Any chance that you're pregnant?"

"I don't think so -"

"Have you eaten today?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"What about trouble or pain with urination?"

You're inside the hospital now, and you nod.

"Y-yes, I thought I might have a UTI -"

"Do you get frequent UTIs?"

"No -"

"Okay. I have a patient presenting with appendicitis - do we have any rooms available?" Robby calls.

"Two," Dana replies, making her way over. "Hi, kid."

"Hi," you try for a smile, but you know it's wobbly around the edges. "Robby," you say softly. "Where's Jack? He said he'd meet us at the hospital."

"Yeah, he texted me," Robby won't meet your eyes, "something came up -"

Something heavy settles in your gut, "sorry?"

"He was halfway out the door when he texted me, he said he'd get here when he could."

You blink, "but..." Yasmin is still gripping your hand.

"I'm here," she assures you, "I'll stay."

"T-thanks," you whisper, voice thick with tears.

"Hey," Robby reaches down to grab your hand, "we'll take good care of you."

"Can you call my dad?" You blurt.

"Of course, honey," Dana nods, "what's his name and number?" You tell her, and her eyes widen as she jots down the number.

"We'll get your blood drawn and send you for an ultrasound to make sure it's not an ovarian cyst -"

"I'll grab Princess," Dana calls over her shoulder, "I'll call your dad in a minute."

You take a deep shaking breath, Jack was asleep when Yasmin called, so what the hell was he doing?

"I'm going to call Brenda," Yasmin says, "I'll be right back."

You're so focused on trying not to cry that you miss how anger has darkened Yasmin's features as she steps into the hall.

Of course the mother fucker's phone goes right to voicemail, and Yasmin quickly counts to ten before leaving a message.

"Hey, so, where the fuck are you? Kat's at the hospital - they're doing tests and an ultrasound, and I swear to Christ, Jack, if you're not unconscious on the side of the road somewhere, I'll beat the shit out of you. Thanks!" She ends the call, sending Brenda a quick text, before striding back into trauma two.

"Don't worry, babe. I've got you.

✐

End Note: Try not to get too angry at Jack, he has his Reasons™️ and none of them are healthy!

[redd956]

Whump Drabble: Appendicitis & Ovarian Cysts Rupturing

Appendicitis

Ovarian cysts, but like a dangerous cyst rupture. Speaking from experience it is both the top most and second most painful thing I've ever experienced

According to people online, the pain between the two, ovarian cyst rupture and appendicitis, is actually incredibly similar

But apparently, get this, one can lead to other in rare cases where a large ovarian cyst bursts, damages an angry appendix and kickstarts appendicitis. Which is kinda like being stabbed a second time after the initial shock of being stabbed the first time.

Also if you experience either to the point of excruciating pain, dizziness, weakness, fever, vomiting, the typical, I suggest you go to the doctor

But do note that not all excruciating ovarian cyst ruptures are deadly, they can pass, in a painful harrowing thirty minutes of wallowing and praying that you don't have to go to the hospital

So what's the difference?

Appendicitis is acute with a rapid onset, while ovarian cyst rupture is persistent, can change in intensity, and there's usually chronic pain in the days and hours following up to an ovarian cyst rupturing

While most ovarian cysts don't pose a threat to one's health, they can get big enough, inflamed enough, or infected to eventually be dangerous.

In these cases they can cause bleeding, which needs both medical attention, and can make the brain spread up to your shoulders.

Another complication of a bad ovarian cyst rupture is that the size of the rupture can damage surrounding organs, and even cause ovarian torsion

that's right, testicular torsion but for the ovaries

The same threat comes from a bursting appendix due to appendicitis, which the initial pressure can damage the surrounding organs

Appendicitis is made more dangerous due to the bacteria held inside the gastrointestinal system being able to get out through the abdominal cavity, leading to sepsis

[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

[daysleftofsecondterm]

I'm at the doctor checking for appendicitis

Pray for me-

If you’ve got it, it’s extremely treatable. Surgery is low risk, once it’s out it’ll feel a lot better. It won’t hurt and it won’t get worse. You’re gonna be okay.