"Plot twist: My appendix was the villain all along. #GoodRiddance"

 

I was up at 6 am, Cowboy and Badger at 6:30 am. 
We left the house at 7 am. 
Traffic was a nightmare, but the building was easy to find. 
Sort of.

We had to turn around a time or two because we couldn't find a way into the parking lot.
I mean, we could see it from the road, we just couldn't find a way to it.

Badger goes in, gets more contrast to drink along with a bottle of water, goes back for the scan, bada boom bada bing, we were out by nine in the morning. I think.
Time has stopped for me.

Badger said that they told her the doctor would likely get the results today, and so we headed home.

So, we get halfway home, and the doctor calls.
Her appendix is enlarged.
It's possible appendicitis.
He's going to call a surgeon, and the surgeon will call us tomorrow to see him in his office.
Keep up with the antibiotics.

OK fine.

We stop at McDonald's for breakfast, like ten minutes from our house.
I walk in the door, and the phone rings.
The doctor calling.
The surgeon will not see her in his office.
It is confirmed appendicitis.
Get to the emergency room now.

Well crud.

We head back down the road, like twenty minutes, and seventeen miles back down the road.
Traffic was better, which was good 'cause Cowboy was driving like a bat out of hell.

The doctor said very clearly he was calling ahead so they would expect us.

We get to the emergency room, they have no clue, they've not heard from the doctor.
So they take her vitals, and send us to the waiting room.
Luckily, we only waited like maybe five to ten minutes before going back to an exam room.

I'm not going to lie, Cowboy and I got pretty freaking hateful with the staff.
They were going to evaluate her, and determine what to do after that.

I told them she had a confirmed diagnosis of appendicitis.
“Well, how do you know?”

I had to tell like three nurses, and I don't know what he was, the same flipping thing. 
Her doctor sent us here, she just had a CT scan like an hour ago.

I mean, it wasn't like I was taking an educated guess or that I was a Munchausen by proxy mother wanting attention.

We had a firm, confirmed diagnosis.

I reached a point of frustration where I contacted the doctor's office and informed them that there was no report for Badger.
The emergency room informed me that they were going to evaluate and possibly send her home, and that he needed to converse with these inept individuals.
No, I did not say the last part.

I had to call him twice, and he finally found the surgeon on call, and from there things speeded up.

I know that neither hospital nor regular doctor likes me right now, but enough is enough.
You absolutely do not want a ruptured appendix, and she started hurting on Friday.

And I blame myself for not taking her complaints about her stomach hurting more seriously.

In my defense, and what I tried to explain to every medical professional we met, with her autism she doesn't show pain like a neurotypical person does.
What makes a neurotypical person lay in the floor, and cry, she brushes off.
It's not that, well it is partially that she cannot express how she feels, but she also seems to have a higher tolerance for pain.
I've been told that I'm absolutely crazy for thinking that, but she does seem to have a higher pain tolerance than most people.

By this point with my appendix, I was rolling around crying my eyes out, and moaning.

She was like “oh hey my stomach hurts” and slept for like three days.

But I still blame myself.

Oh, Badger looks like a pin cushion, she has thin veins, so everyone has stuck her multiple times.
Her arms are pitiful looking.

At 1:15 p.m. they had her in the I guess pre-surgery room, she went into surgery at 1:42 p.m., in the recovery room at 2:44 p.m., and released at 3:04 p.m.

Peacock got off work early, and came to see that Badger was alright. You know, he was there when she was born, they have a special bond.

I am not sure that she fully knew he was there, she insulted him, so that's always a good sign. But she was still pretty out of it when we shoved her in the car.

We got home at 4 pm, and she was higher than a kite until around 6 pm.
They gave her OxyContin.

It's like after 9 pm, and now she's perking up.

She probably won't go back to sleep, although she may surprise me.

She said that she feels better than she's felt in a while.

I'm heading back to keep Badger company, the last time I was in she was drinking a popsicle, don't ask, and watching “Unsolved Mysteries.” She seemed happy enough.