Hubby had to go into surgery for his perforated appendix.
Hubby had been having fever and complaining about abdomenial pain 3 weeks ago. I thought he was having a stomach flu. So after a week of having an on and off fever, on April 1, he told me his back hurt. So I asked him to do a back exercise that my physiotherapist taught me. He couldn't even finish one, complaining about a sharp pain near his groin. I told him he should go see a doctor. So he finally went to see our family doctor on April 3. Doctor ordered blood work and scheduled an ultrasound for him on the Wednesday April 4 around 10:30am. They sent him straight to the hospital after the ultrasound. I rushed to the hospital from work. I wasn't too worried then. The hospital kept telling us they would operate on him soon, but he kept getting bumped down the queue as more urgent case came into the hospital. I started getting anxious when they moved him to a room and told him that they couldn't operate on him until midnight. I was worried that his appendix might burst (little did I know it already did). The nurse told me to go home, so I went home to rest at around 7:30pm. I was tired and hungry. I had only a cup of coffee in me the entire time. I called the hospital twice at 11:30pm and 1:30am, asking whether hubby was in surgery yet. Finally, hubby called me at 2:00am and told me they are ready for him after waiting for 14 hours for the surgery. I drove to the hospital. It started to snow already, so I didn't dare to drive fast. Luckily I didn't. Saw so many cops on the way to the hospital. Once in the hospital, I didn't want to stay in the waiting room cause no one knew I was there except hubby. So I waited outside the operation area. My waiting around paid off. Two nurses saw me and confirmed that hubby was in surgery. The surgeon came out and talked to me at around 4:00am. She said that his appendix had already perforated, and probably had been for a few days. Hubby could have died from peritonis. At least, he learned his lesson, and would pay attention to his body. Because of the perforated appendix, they couldn't do a laparoscopy. So hubby has a 4/5 inches incision. It will take longer to heal than a laparoscopy, but at least he is on the way to recovery.
I took a week off to take care of him and am going back to work tomorrow after taking him to his appointment with his surgeon. It's very tiring taking care of the sick. I need a vacation!!!
