FML

I think the only thing I left in my body that they can remove from me that I don't truely need is my gallbadler! I'm just waiting until next year to get some news that I need a new liver or something.

I was in the hospital for four days. Now I would consider myself very familar with hospitals since I'm always in them 3-4 times a year but this was truely the most pain I've ever endeered in my life. On wednesday I got out of dance and I thought maybe I was hungry so I ate. I ate an entire pie, I was pretty amazed at myself for that but that isn't the point. Well around seven my stomach still hurt but not horrible and I thought it was just woman problems. I tried to sleep it off but I woke up around midnight needing to puke. I then definately thought it was woman issue just intensified. Two a'clock rolled around and my stomach was rock hard and I felt like someone was stabbing me. I called my mom and she told me to sleep itoff. I couldn't even handle 10 mintutes so she finally called a taxi and this man kindy took me to the hospital and he didn't even charge me. When I got the ER my stomach had traveled to my lower stomach and I was bawling my eyes out. It felt like someone had ripped my stomach open and vultures were eating my insides. After waiting 45 mintutes I was finally looked at (gotta love public hospitals). My blood pressure was really low and my throw up was all red. The doctor gave me morphine and my stomach felt a little better but still very painful. I went to get x-rays, ultra sound (which was really difficult convincing the doctors they won't find a baby andI didn't need one). They couldn't see what was wrong so they scheduled a CAT scan. I hated my life when I had my scan. They injected this liquid that made my body feel like it was burning up and he made me drink this horrible smoothie so I wouldn't throw up. Some doctors came in around 10 AM and said I needed surgery because my appendex had ruptured. Mind you my family is in Texas. I started crying because I was going to have to do this alone. So I called my mama and she said she was coming to Chicago to take care of me. I was very scared for surgery and I was crying the entire time. The nurses made sure to comfort me. I felt like a little brat because the patient next to me was shot four times and the other man had had brain surgery and they found a tumor and here I am crying about a little appendex. Regardless surgery went okay. Actually I take that back, whatever was in appendix (bacteria) pretty much infected my pelvis. One thing after another right? So after surgery (I was very very very silly and relaxed and I was really scared that I couldn't see my mom). Since I got an infection through surgery that meant I couldn't use the restroom and well that was yet another very painful subject. The doctors ordered a cathather and once that was done I peed for 13 mintutes!!!! It was kind of cool, but I was a major major bitch to the nurse because it took them 45 mintutes to help me. I was giving morphine every 3 hours and then my momma came in the doors. I was so happy to see my mom, we shared a bed for the night. I felt bed because it was so tiny.

After being discharged my mom got us a hotel and we just relaxed and I finally got to eat real food. My mom was very upset with my roommates she didn't want to deal with them so we just waited until she calm to go back home which was Saturday. It was really fucking akward with them here because we all know the tension between eachother. It all comes down that my mother isn't being the nicest person because well, let's be frank they are on a different planet. Who asks someone who is throwing up to keep it down? My mom is such a good mom. It finally feels good to have someone take care of you. I have no clue how I would do anything with her. I can't walk, I can't even really get out of bed without a little push. My momma makes me soup and cuts my pills in two because they are friggin huge. And we talk in spanish hehehe. She bought me a nightgown and the miley cyrus breakout cd. Haha of course all kitchen stuff for my new apartment and packed EVERYthing for me. It was really sweet of her, I feel so fortunate. For what I have in Chicago I feel so good, my dance crew always check up on me and a few of my theatre classmates have called me. I don't want my mom to leave. :(

What a long post. Now I'm going to watch Friends and take a nap. Haha, I threw up in IHOP today... and I don't really feel bad about it.