Ok, so here I am again. Finally going to put down my wonderful ER story as promised on my last EP post. This was not long after I lost my job and all that in my second post. I had this really bad pain in my gut on my right side. I had that pain before so I thought nothing of it and decided if I still had it in the evening I'd get it looked at (yeah, don't do that...sharp pain in the abdomen is rarely ignore-able). I had similar pain before and it was nothing serious so I thought it was the same thing again...but as my Dad is a doctor I knew he'd chew me out if I didn't get it look at at the end of the day at least. I can't drive so I started calling people to get a ride once afternoon hit. Once I called my mom (after I had tried everyone else, obviously) she said she couldn't...when I asked "why can't you take your son to the Emergency Room for possible appendicitis?" (I knew the symptoms and my dad had walked me through a self examination which showed positive, even if its not conclusive...still) She said "I'm out with my friends, we are about to watch a movie...can't it wait?"

I was like "You know what it means if I do have it and I wait, right? I could die...so no I can't wait...I guess I'll start walking" then hung up. Just then my roommates got home from work and asked, you still hurting, I said yes...he said get in my car before I drag you! Off we went...

We found out, yes. I had appendicitis however all their ORs were full, so I had to wait in a room for the next room to open for emergency surgery (apparently not high enough they could get me in right away...but they have to prioritize, so no worries) They told me what to look out for if it ruptured and told me to hit the button if it did and they promised they'd check up on me every 30 mins.(that didn't happen, in fact nobody even came in until surgery...THE NEXT DAY. but whatever, still trying to stay calm cause freaking isn't going to help anybody). They came to my room said they were going to bring me to the staging area or whatever (forget what its called) in the next 15 mins. I pull out my phone message everyone quickly that I'm about to go into surgery....keep your fingers crossed. They wheel me in, deed is done...now I can relax...now that I'm not going to die, lol (I know over dramatic, but I have severe anxiety...so couldn't keep that outta my head. try as I might). They tell me if I'm feeling good I can go home that evening, that's pretty fast...but cool, rather sit at home thanks. I order the biggest meal they'd let me (I didn't eat from lunch the previous days as I thought it might be my appendix and if it was I'd need surgery, and a empty stomach is best for surgery)...I get a cup of beef broth...best tasting beef broth ever! Anyway, I think...I should check my messages. Everyone sent the expected, good luck, and hope you get it taken care of or whatever....except my Entitled Mom...

She says "Let me guess, your expecting me to cook you food while you recover...lazy bum..."

I message back "Uh, no...didn't even think about recovery actually...just thought you might like to know"

She messaged back "Nobody's coming to my party today cause they're too busy checking on you. I'm not giving you ride home, you can walk...I'm sure your faking anyway"

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I replied by taking a picture of the incision sites. and said, "Yes, and I'm so thorough about faking I even put these myself. What do you think, convincing?"

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She replied "I knew it!"

At this point, as if my previous experiences hadn't taught me enough, she was joking at this point. So I thought nothing of it. A 2 days pass and I'm still pretty stiff from the surgery and still couldn't quite stand up straight yet. I thought, hey...there's a family dinner tonight...I'm feeling well enough to go on a walk, I should go. So I get a ride from my sister and we go. As soon as we knock on the door my mom says "what are YOU doing here? You faked your surgery just to ruin my party and now you have the nerve to show up here?"

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My sister said something about who would fake a surgery, let alone recover alone after they faked it for attention? Its just absurd...

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To this my mom whipped out her phone and showed her the test saying "See! He even admitted to it! Now quit faking and stand up straight!" Then proceeded to try to force me to straighten up, painfully stretching my incisions (They had completely closed, but were very sore) I sharply inhaled from the pain "and said get off me before I make you." (not a normal thing for a pacifist to say, but it freaking hurt!) not that I had to cause she immediately let go once I winced in pain. I think she just realized I wasn't faking, and just realized she almost really hurt me.

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Three weeks later she called and said she was dumb, wasn't sure what to say, or that she had a right to say anything (I agreed) and that was why she didn't apologize sooner. I asked, what do you want? You don't apologize unless you want something...so what is it, cut the crap and get to it. She just sat the quiet for like 5 mins before I finally hung up. I found out later she called me cause she wanted to go watch a movie with my step dad, but didn't have the money...CALLED IT! lol