Thanks all for your kind thoughts and well wishes. I came home yesterday, 9 days from admission in hospital, and 13 from the first A&E doctor I saw.

My appendix came out after the doctors and my consultant, very reluctantly decided to do a laproscopy. On the Monday, bearing in mind I could not keep anything down and was in so much pain even the strongest painkillers wore off after an hour, the Doc wanted me to go home and come back to his clinic in 8 weeks. I said that I couldn't cope with the pain, and that how am I supposed to look after my kids. He asked if I was with a partner, in a relationship have a husband etc who could help - I replied no to all of the questions.He sent me down to have an internal trans vaginal scan, and was not even hopeful himself that it was a cyst on the ovary. The scan showed up clear, and at least I know that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my ovaries, womb or IUD at this point in time, everything is as it should be.
   The next day, the same doctor put the wind up me by saying everything bad that could happen during the surgery, and do I still want to go ahead with it? I replied - as long as you find out what is causing the pain,yes! to which he said, we might not find out what is casusing the pain. He then said, if it turns out that your appendix is fine I will tell you off - to which I replied, if it's not that causing the pain and the sickness, you will have to find out what is. He said the sickness was caused by the painkillers. NOTE, the sickness disappeared after the operation, and I am still on the same painkillers.
   When I was wheeled into the anaesthetic room, I was in tears, because of the fear of the operation risks the doctors had mentioned earlier, and exhaution and the pain was getting to me. When the kind anaesthetic doctors asked what was wrong and tried to put me at ease, all I could do was reply that I was scared of going through this operation (laproscopy) and they still do not know what is causing the pain. I then felt scared of dying despite doing a protection circle in my mind with the candles and hailing the quaters etc - I have a knack for visualisation, but unfortuantely a wild imagination hence the fear of the operation.
   My mum popped into the ward when I had been wheeled back up, and she went to the nurse to ask what had happened during the operation. They informed her that they removed my appendix because it was not good and slightly inflamed.

The consultant and his team of doctors were shamed and didn't stay near me very long when they came to check up on me the next morning. One even tried to cover it up by saying, that my appendix wasn't that bad and was negligable whether it was swollen - so why did they take it out if it wasn't that bad? They said they wouldn't.The notes contradict what she says.

The problem occured, because, although typically I was not keeping anything down, and was in gripping pain despite pain killers, my temperature did not rise too high and neither did my white cell count. I'm surprised they didn't bite the bullet to find out why this was - but there you go. My body has always reacted differently to how it should. My normal temperature is 36, so at 37.5 which should be normal, is high for me, same as blood pressure, my average is 99/66-68 the lower number at 78 is high for me personally, but normal for most.In hospital my rates were at the higher end of normal, which they didn't accept was high for me.
I also always have red cheeks - I do not pale. I will be very ill, and have a rosy face which belies the truth. My mum and daughter are the same, we look well even when we are ill.

One of the junior doctors on the team, who often disagreed but had no say with his seniors, informed me that if I was left another week, the appendix most likely would have burst! - Scary thought.

I'm glad it's all over now, but can not do any Morris dancing for at least 3 months, as they pierced my abdomen in 3 places and doing nothing in hospital for so long has wasted my muscles abit, which will now take more time to rebuild than had I been scanned and sorted within a few days of being admitted.

I'm still tired and worn out, but glad to be home again!

Once again for all your thoughts, but I may not be on here for a while, until sitting up on a chair is more comfy than what it is now.

Nicci.

ps - I wish I laid a bet with Bobert now!Maybe he could donate it to mudcat instead? hehe