Welp.....we started off May with a case of appendicitis. My poor little Brookie started having some serious pain in her abdomen (I think on Monday night). It got worse and worse through the night and the next day. She googled her symptoms and thought it might be appendicitis. They said not to eat or drink anything if you thought you had it until you got medical attention because that could cause it to burst. So on Wednesday morning, she FINALLY went to an urgent care clinic. They ordered a CT to be done but weren't able to get it done until late in the afternoon. My mom had driven her to her CT and after it was done, they just had to try to kill time until the radiologist read it to decide if she had appendicitis or not. About an hour later (5:30pm-ish), they called and told her she DID have appendicitis and needed to go to Wesley to be admitted.
Of course, right when they started heading to Wesley, there was a torrential downpour and driving was next to impossible. They were passing my house, so I had mom come by and pick me up so I could drive instead of her. Then we headed to Wesley (very slowly). Thank God, it stopped raining a few minutes before we got to the hospital. We dropped Brooke off at the ER door and then followed her in to admissions. They got all of her information and then she had to sit and wait for about 30 minutes for someone to come pick her up with a wheelchair (she was in pain, but could've walked to her room by then!). Bless her heart....she was being more patient than I was. I was about to carry her to her room myself!
The nurse came in to draw blood. It was quite the process. After telling us that she's "not one of those nurses that digs around for veins" and that we wouldn't have to call in someone else to do the lab draw......she stuck Brooke at least 4 or 5 times and we had to call someone else in. Nobody could find her little bitty veins (except for the phlebotomist that came in to recheck labs several hours later and got her blood drawn in about 30 seconds....). Once they eventually drew lab, she waited.....and waited....and waited.
Michael made it up there about 30 minutes after us. The nurse kept coming in and telling us they were waiting on the doctor, who was currently doing a surgery. Which we totally understand. But she was in so much pain and we felt so bad for her that they weren't giving her any meds to help with it. We got to the hospital and up to the room around 6:15pm. She didn't get any meds until almost 10:30pm. It was so sad :(
She was also starving because she hadn't eaten anything or drank much for about 2 1/2 days. My mom was talking to the nurse and came back in with the biggest smile and said, "Brooke!! Guess what! You can't have anything to eat but they have some lemon flavored swabs that they're going to give you!" We were all laughing because a lemon flavored swab is a poor substitute for Panera Mac and Cheese (which is what she really wanted). You can see how she really feels about the swabs.....
Of course, right when they started heading to Wesley, there was a torrential downpour and driving was next to impossible. They were passing my house, so I had mom come by and pick me up so I could drive instead of her. Then we headed to Wesley (very slowly). Thank God, it stopped raining a few minutes before we got to the hospital. We dropped Brooke off at the ER door and then followed her in to admissions. They got all of her information and then she had to sit and wait for about 30 minutes for someone to come pick her up with a wheelchair (she was in pain, but could've walked to her room by then!). Bless her heart....she was being more patient than I was. I was about to carry her to her room myself!
Her ride finally showed up and took her up to her room.
The nurse came in to draw blood. It was quite the process. After telling us that she's "not one of those nurses that digs around for veins" and that we wouldn't have to call in someone else to do the lab draw......she stuck Brooke at least 4 or 5 times and we had to call someone else in. Nobody could find her little bitty veins (except for the phlebotomist that came in to recheck labs several hours later and got her blood drawn in about 30 seconds....). Once they eventually drew lab, she waited.....and waited....and waited.
She was also starving because she hadn't eaten anything or drank much for about 2 1/2 days. My mom was talking to the nurse and came back in with the biggest smile and said, "Brooke!! Guess what! You can't have anything to eat but they have some lemon flavored swabs that they're going to give you!" We were all laughing because a lemon flavored swab is a poor substitute for Panera Mac and Cheese (which is what she really wanted). You can see how she really feels about the swabs.....
They had kind of indicated they would be doing the appendectomy that night, so mom and I hung around until almost midnight. The doctor finally came in and said they wouldn't be doing the surgery until the next day because they had to leave the OR open for emergencies, like gun shot victims. Sigh. We were frustrated but on the other hand, I get it. But thank GOD her appendix didn't rupture while she was just laying there in pain waiting for surgery!
Mom and I finally went home and Michael stayed with Brooke. She made it through surgery the next day just fine! We were all so thankful and she felt much better afterwards. She had to stay in the hospital for 3-4 days. Her incisions were pretty tender for awhile, but she was so glad to finally get her Panera mac and cheese!
Love you, Brookie! Glad you survived!
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