It started at 4 30 am on thursday, when I woke up an was all "OH GOD FUCKWHYYYYYYYY IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING'S BURSTING INSIDE ME JESUS FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and sprinted to the bathroom.  I spent the next few hours back and fourth, and at seven-ish I called my bestfriend/ex-boyfriend to ask his mum for a ride to the hospital.  She said yes, and all was well and dandy.
Well, aside from the pain.  That part was rather terrible.  So after a quick (hour-ish) ride to the hospital I get to the hospital and the nurse asks what's wrong.
"EUOOOOOOOOOOGHAUUUUUUUUUUUUGHAUGHOOOOOOOOOOWAAAAHH" I tell her, and Sid translates that fairly well because he's used to incoherent-agonized-Molly-speech.  They didn't really get it anyways, but they could tell that something was wrong.

Eventually I actually got admitted, and I was in the E.R. being poked and prodded for 2-3 hours before they determined it was the flu.  Or maybe just excess gas.  Either way, they sent me home with enough medicine to wait it out, a feat I intended to do in my underwear, on the couch, watching TV.  Like a hero.

Well, 4 45 am saturday rolls around and I hurt more than ever.  Feebly, I make my way to my uncle's room, and paw at his door.  I think my exact words were "toycanyutekkmetootuhhuspitelpleezohgod".  Then I curled up on the couch and proceeded to do a perfect dying cat imitation.  Then my uncle put my pajamas on and took me to the hospital.

I got in around 3 am, I was in the vagina room.  Eventually they sent Troy home, and around eleven they told me that my appendix had burst.  So, guess it wasn't the flu.  That afternoon they evicted my appendix and put a tube into me to drain out the toxins.  They made an extra orifice a bit to the left of my belly button to do this, because the Gods know I don't have enough orifices.

The rest is rather boring, but now I get to be in pain with my weird drain-tube at home.  Yay.



Too long?  In short: My appendix exploded.