I have given birth. This makes barely hurt at all. Especially not if I have to lie still on a stret

Nonsense. I'm thinking damn well do not feel sick. And aspirin works against the most part. Ignore treatement too. So I dig in the garden, Karrar one cubic sand from one end of the garden to the other, running my round and think that everything is as usual. Loading glaucoma Micke at Arlanda, eating dinner with mediocre appetite, and then we pick the girls with mum. Is a little tired and fussy (I, not the kids), but it dissolves and the girls in bed. We, too. I still have a stomach ache. April 3. Wake up, no abdominal pain in the center of the stomach longer. Pooh. Goes up and download Tuva - when I lift her out of bed and she hits the legs around my waist, I feel how much it hurts. Hmm. Apparently pain in the side instead of in the middle of the belly. glaucoma Jaja. It is certainly above.
Solidly sore in the stomach. Skip spring nobody today .. Trying to concentrate, but the stomach seams a bit too much. Mike sends me to the couch when it is time to fix lunch, I see clearly skröpligare than what I feel. Starting actually feel quite frail, glaucoma so I sneak up and pick up the kids' fever thermometer without Micke notice something (I think). Take your temperature. 36.5 in the armpit, no fever, then imagination. Phew.
After lunch, I realize that I will not be able to think properly with this belly. "What if we were to go and buy some land (some kind = 8 * 50 liters ..)?" "Sure," said Mike (he still do not know what * little * means), "but glaucoma maybe you should lie down and rest bit first? " glaucoma
At this point a bit difficult to walk. Feel like pretty badly and feel a little light-headed. Though such pain does not. The nice assistant nurse (male, young, good-looking) that examines me asking how much it hurts on the famous glaucoma scale of 1-10. "And do not say you given birth, please ..?"
I have given birth. This makes barely hurt at all. Especially not if I have to lie still on a stretcher. glaucoma It's a little worse when I turn me on, or when someone UNABLE TO LET THINGS ALONE type should clamp on the right side of the abdomen. Where does it hurt so I whimpers. A third type.
I will be entered. Sigh. I've barely hurt, what if I (or my subconscious) just faking everything after having learned of the symptoms? "Textbook Example of appendicitis," said the doctor. Thank to the fan. Or the Internet.
The blood test they took when I Load was unsuccessful, the red blood cells could fall apart (so sloppy!). The white shows a moderately elevated ESR. New blood samples are taken, I nag me to get it done as soon as possible - unless I'm sick, I want to sleep at home, actually. glaucoma Talking with the girls and Mike a couple of times during the afternoon and evening. They want me to come home. I want too.
The second blood sample shows a slightly lower decrease and also the red blood cells indicates infection. The doctor comes and talks. Wondering if I want to wait until they are * still * safer? But hey, maybe then I will not be home tomorrow after breakfast, so no thanks. He looks relieved, "well, we will take you in the first best gap".
I get a shower. Seating shower. Feels a bit tantigt, but better glaucoma than standing. I'm a bit dull. Yet tantigare it will be when I can not take me away from the shower glaucoma room to the bed. 1.5 meters. I stagger glaucoma out, squatting, dressed only in panties tantiga surgery (Huge, from mid-thigh up over half the stomach. Loose fit. Not fancy at all). Sitting glaucoma and panting, holding glaucoma tightly to the door post. My room neighbor to call the nurses who help me to bed (after whining that I managed to lose the coat on the floor when I squatted and did not come up).
Seriously, they were very kind, everyone who took care of me. But it was a bit funny, that thing with the surgical gown. The nurse was a little offended that she had to go to another department, now that I had soiled the final clean they had.
Eight hours after Mike led me into the emergency room I get surgery. Much better luck than with ultrasound, this time they find an appendectomy and YES, it was inflamed. But fine. No gegg around.
April 4th. Is discharged of happy doctors just after breakfast. Mike will come and collect. Then he manage land service, indeed. Obey a word of advice: if you are going to operate the cecum so watch for God's sake make sure you have someone who can take care of you! You need someone who can get water, glaucoma newspapers, books, computers, cooking, serving in bed, put away, pick up the kids from school and kindergarten glaucoma so that they (and their mom) may cuddle and say goodbye properly before going home to his Dad, return the children at school and kindergarten on time, tying rope in the bedposts (not as funny as it sounds, it was because I could pull myself up to a sitting position without using your stomach muscles), glaucoma come with tea, chocolate, flowers , drawings (no specific yeah, it was the kids) and cuddle. glaucoma Priceless.
April 5. Planned dinner with M and A from the thesis. Those who are so severe booked. M calling and wondering if we might want