Anyone here who had an appendectomy?

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Anyone of you had an appendicitis and a following appendectomy?

How were you examined?

Did they shaved you before the surgery?

Were you operated on with the classic incision or laparascopically?

I had an irritated appendix before too, but it never came so far to a surgery.

I look forward to your answers and experiences

Greetings, Denni

I was early 30's when I woke up around midnight with abdominal pain. I went to the bathroom to poop and thought that would take care of it. I tried going back to sleep after, but couldn't. I actually went back to the bathroom a couple of times thinking I was having poop issues. After awhile, I got up and googled the symptoms I was having and determined I should probably go to the ER. I was so reluctant to go because I was sure they were going to tell me I had gas or some other stupid reason for my pain.

Luckily, the ER was very slow and I was taken back immediately and told to undress to my underwear and put on a gown. A doctor came in and started asking questions while palpating my abdomen. By this time I was in quite a bit of pain and quite squirmy. After maybe 1 minute of examining me, he ordered some IV pain meds and left. 15 to 20 minutes later he returned and did another 1 minute exam and told me it was probably appendicitis and it needed to come out. Within an hour, the surgeon arrived and did another 1 minute exam and I was soon wheeled out for surgery. I was never given a DRE or had any imaging done.

I woke up late morning in my hospital room with a 2" incision, so open surgery, not laparoscopic. Apparently my appendix burst at the beginning of surgery, so it took a little longer than usual due to them having to clean the area afterwards. Upon waking, I could not urinate on my own and needed to be catheterized, but only that first initial pee, then things started functioning normally. I was shaved in the OR after I was put under, about a 6" diameter spot lower right abdomen/ upper right groin area. I stayed overnight in the hospital and then went home the next morning.

Within a couple of days of going home, the site was infected and I had to be readmitted to the hospital and have 3 or 4 more procedures/ surgeries to clean up and remove infected tissue. To this day I have a 6" scar and divot in that spot. I spent about 2 more weeks in the hospital before being released. After my final surgery, the wound was left open to heal and wasn't closed for about 3 weeks after. It was nasty.

Back in 2007, I had appendicitis for FIVE MONTHS before they diagnosed it! Please Read On! I woke one morning with severe pain in my bladder area (center lower abdomen). I was nauseous and had a slight fever. Went to my primary care physician who took blood and urine samples. Said I had a bladder infection as there was a trace of blood in my urine and my white count was a bit elevated. Put me on an antibiotic which I took for 2 or 3 weeks. In short order, the pain went away and I felt fine….until about a week AFTER the antibiotics ran out. To make a long story short, this scenario precisely repeated, each month for the NEXT 4 MONTHS! Finally at the 5th month, I woke up really sick, vomiting, chills, etc. I went directly to the Emergency Room and explained the whole situation. They did a cat-scan which indicated appendicitis. Had laparoscopic surgery through my navel and one other “puncture” more toward the side. Surgeon told me I had what they called a “Slow Leaker”…a slightly ruptured appendix which responded to antibiotics (for several months) until the leak became much bigger (5th month). I was kept in the hospital for several days on multiple drips of antibiotics to be sure they got any residual infection. I NEVER had pain in the “usual” place which indicates “APPENDICITIS”. FUN TIMES!

Ten years ago, I had pain on the right side of my abdomen and I went to see my doctor who asked me to have an abdominal ultrasound. The sonographer asked me to undress completely. He checked my kidneys, spleen, liver, prostate, bladder, abdomen and went up to my penis.

They discovered a problem on the appendix side; in fact, at the time of the operation, I was already suffering from peretonitis... so I had to clean the area as well!

The operation was performed by laparascopy.

The surgeon palpated the area before the operation (immediately) by lifting the operating shirt that I had to put on! For the shaving, it is my belly which was shaved and the top of the pubis.

I had an appendectomy a few years ago just before one of the Covid surges.

I'd just gotten a flu shot one afternoon and by dinner time I started feeling really lousy, lost all appetite and my abdomen and lower torso started feeling odd. Also developed a really splitting headache. I first thought it was a reaction to the flu shot, so I just went to bed real real early - 20h.

But things got worse, despite my cat trying to comfort me. By 04h my abdomen really started hurting and the notion of an appendicitis occurred to me. Around 07 I called my doctor who advised me to go straight to an ER, which I did.

After taking blood and a cursory exam, I was admitted to a room, later had a scan done and it was confirmed I did indeed have appendictis and would be operated on next morning.

I had no physical exam, wasn't shaved by anyone (I already was shaved) and didn't even change out of my home clothes until an hour or so before surgery. Just didn't care or have the will to do so. I was also cold and with a splitting headache and generally miserable. The hospital was over-crowded and short staffed and I was more or less left to my devices except for IV changes. No one insisted I change out of my day clothes.

The surgery went fine, though I felt the docs spent too long asking my permission for everything, for the operation, for the anesthesia etc. I just wanted it all done and over. Had two laparoscopy scars that are now all but invisible.

When I woke up I actually felt wonderful. No headache, no pain in the abdomen. I even got a Popsicle in the recovery room because my throat was sore from the intubation. Tasted wonderful.

However because of Covid I was asked if I could make it home as soon as possible, which was less than 24 hours after surgery. So I was checked out, which in hospitals here means walking out of your room on your own without the use of a wheelchair (that is apparently for wimps ... ha ha), got a cab home and afterwards I even went shopping for fresh food - a 5 min walk to the supermarket. Then, a few hours later, walked over to a friend.

It seemed like I was high for about a week after surgery. Felt good to be alive, especially after surgery during a Covid surge in over-crowded hospitals.

But in all honesty, I'd never been so ill in my whole life prior. At the time, I would have gladly signed a euthanasia request had there been no way to alleviate my problem.

I was around fifteen after a soccer game (I posted the details on a previous posting). My dad was unavailable so my mom was called to the ER.

After I was diagnosed my mom stayed with me while I was shaved for the procedure. At the time you were shaved from your belly button to half way above your knees. It was an old fashioned operation with the incision. Somewhat embarrassing but have fond memories of the experience.

My Appendix has been removed more than twenty years ago. I had several times problems with my appendix before the appendectomy. In a planed surgeon they removed my uterus, ovaries and my Vagina. My appendix was stuck together with my right ovary and both were damaged bei inflammations. That was the reason why there was no other option as to remove also my appendix. Since I had the appendectomy I feel good because my stomach does not hurt anymore.

I've had one. There's a loooong story behind it.

I was fourteen and had been binge drinking the night before with friends. I was sick all night and had some pretty severe stomach cramps. I probably had borderline alcohol poisoning looking back. Needless to say, my parents were concerned asking why I was so sick. I couldn't TELL them, they would have killed me. First thing, I must have reeked of booze, how they didn't realize is beyond me, but I suppose the will not to believe. Anyway, my mother became convinced it was appendicitis and took me to the local hospital.

I grew up in a New England mill town. Very blue collar. There was a hospital, but it wasn't the best by anyone's stretch of the imagination. They did the full examination including rectal and kept asking me, intently, if I knew any reason why I might be sick. I'm sure they suspected it was binge drinking gone bad, but I had committed to a story and I stuck with it. So they decided that my symptoms were ambiguous enough to operate.

Now this was 1978. There were no MRIs, nor ultrasounds, nor the myriad of other tests that are routine now available in back-water hospitals. To a large extent, ambiguous presentations were treated with 'let's open her up and take a look'. That's what they did.

They did shave me, but I have no memory of it so it must have been either after I was out or at least sedated. I remember getting a needle in my thigh just before going to the OR and not a whole lot after that. I woke up with a bare pubis and a huge incision. They did the classic incision, and when they found my appendix was pink and healthy, they widened it to look around to see if there was anything else wrong. There wasn't, because my sole problem was drinking half a bottle of vodka the night before.

I have! I was only a child. I recall vomiting a lot. I recall being examined by prodding my abdomen and digital rectal exam. I was too young to have pubic hair, so no shaving.

These were the days when they still had to cut through muscles to get at the appendix! I think today they just insert some kind of camera and do it with minimal incision. Healing took a while.

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Yes I had a appendectomy when I was 13-14. Was very sick on Sunday and through the night with pain in my stomach, hardly slept through the night. The next morning I told my Mom you have to take me to the hospital, I think I'm dying. She took me up in early morning and they admitted me, layed around all day and in pain while they ran all these tests on me. Finally wheeled me into surgery 6:30 that night. Woke up next morning and Dad said they told him it was a good thing they took it out when they did because it was about to burst. WELL NO SHIT!!! After being so sick for 2 days. A nurse gave me a enema later that morning, 1st one I ever had. Had me lay on my left side and lubed me then inserted the nozzle. Don't know how much was in the bag but as she was filling me I was enjoying it and got a erection. Knew right there I loved enemas and was going to do them again some how. Mom used to have a bag with the regular and douche nozzle. Used to insert the douche nozzle and move it in and out and twirl it around while I masturbated, never filled the bag. When I was done I'd wash it off REAL GOOD with soap and water and dry it and put back in medicine cabinet. 😉 Hence, my love of enemas! 😜

Does appendix, appendicitis and appendectomy have an erotic meanig to somebody here?

I like to imagine to become sick with heavy abdominal pain especially in the lower right side. In my imagination a doctor examined me inclusive palpation and rectal examination. Then they prepare me for the surgeon. After that I lay on the table and will be narcotized. The surgon cut into my abdomen and opened it so that he can reach my appendix. It is allready burst…

And so on

As I woke up my appendix is not in my abdomen anymore. It hurts but the End of the daydream is auspicious. Maybe the doctor likes to meet me again? 😉

@passiverPatient If I had no serious pain... then the abdominal exam and the digital rectal exam could be interesting if done by a gentle woman! But certainly not if I was aching like I did back then!

@Jacana I had this daydreams since my appendix has been removed. Before such a dream would be a nightmare. My appendix was several times inflamed and it was really painful. That‘s why I understand your last sentence and agree with it.

Does appendix, appendicitis and appendectomy have an erotic meanig to somebody here?

An erotic meaning? An appendix/appendectomy?

If anything, I would have been ready to sign a euthanasia consent form if there had been nothing that could have been done to rectify my situation. I don't think I have ever felt so utterly and totally miserable. Not in pain perse, but simple mis-er-able beyond words. The misery was far far worse than when I had a tumor in my lung and it was removed. It was an all-body misery, especially in the head and gut. Felt like I could lay down and die and not regret it. My head was ensconced in a black pulsating cloud of pain interspersed with nausea.

Believe me, nothing sexy about the memory of it at all.

Does appendix, appendicitis and appendectomy have an erotic meanig to somebody here?

As others have said, no. I was really sick when I went to the ER. Sure, it wasn't appendicitis, but given I was sick enough to convince them I needed to be operated on, you can guess how sick I was. There's nothing erotic about being that sick.

Now after, when I was recovering I did have a somewhat erotic experience. Being only 14 they put me on the pede's wing. The hospital policy for pediatrics at that time was rectal temp. They took my temp 3x a day while there - I'm sure to ensure I didn't get a post-op infection - but they did it rectally. I hadn't had one of those in a LONG time. The first day it was just annoying but once I started to feel better I started to object. I was more than old enough to have it done orally and, frankly, getting it done rectally was disturbing - not the least of which because it was unpleasant - and NOT unpleasant at the same time. I rebelled (what I did as a teen) and refused to allow the nurse to take it. Nurses take zero shit from patients. I was giving the choice of rolling onto my side and lowering my panties or her calling in help and them forcing me. I complied, but for a girl with sub tendencies that made it even worse as far as the confused feelings part went.

@Nurse_Phillips For the confused feelings…

For me, the digital rectal exam to confirm appendicitis was the occasion I learned that a finger could fit in there quite easily with proper lubrication, so it was a discovery and in a way I "enjoyed" it. But in the end it was painful (when pressing on the appendix), and when I reminisced about it I was angry that doctors did that to me without having the decency to tell me what would happen, and neither did mom.

Did you feel you enjoyed having your temperature taken even though you should not have?

Rebound pain with palpation of lower right quadrant, elevating white blood cell count, yep, that appendix needs to come out! This was pretty much the scenario I went through in 1972. They admitted me to the Holland (MI) Hospital very late in the evening, gave me a huge shot of demerol in the buttocks, and a few hours later, out came the appendix. I had felt ill the whole evening and thought I was getting the flu until the severe pain in the LRQ developed and then I had a good guess as to what it was. I was only 22-years old and so was back running with the herd a few days later. People always ask me, "What can I do to prepare for this surgery?" and my standard reply is, "Be 20-years younger." 😃

Yup, back in 1963 the week before Christmas. I had vomited all day so my mom took me to the small hospital. They had to call the doctor back in because he was at a Christmas party. I was 9 and don’t remember all the details, except all shots were in the butt and they used gas to put me under. The incision is about 4 inches long. I was in the hospital over Christmas and moving , sitting, and standing hurt like hell. I was on low activity until June with no lifting.

I didn’t have an appendicitis but I had an event with appendicitis-like symptoms. My mum called the ambulance and they brought me to the hospital. I was admitted with suspicion for appendicitis. I spent the night and the following day in the hospital. I remember multiple investigations, blood tests, urine tests and of course examinations by doctors. One of them was surgeon who saw me twice. When he examined my tummy he lowered down my undies so that my penis and scrotum was exposed. Fortunately the next day I improved and I was discharged.

I have friend which have both incision types from one surgery. She had acute appendectomy due to ruptured appendix and at first they started with laparo so she have 3 small incisions one in top of her cute little navel, two on sides of belly and than they decided to open her so she have also big scar on right lower belly from normal incision. Very nice i can tell you.

A few years ago mine ruptured. Had surgery and they did laperscopic and was out a week later. Was not much of exam, I was very sick and could not keep anything down. CT scan confirmed what Dr suspected

I had an appendectomy about 8 weeks ago. I went to work despite some abdominal pain and overall weakness. About 2 hours after being on the job, the pain became far worse. My manager noticed and asked my colleague to take me to an urgent care clinic about 6 blocks away.

The doctor on duty gave me a brief exam. All the indications were there. Low grade fever, tenderness in my abdomen, feeling weak and lethargic. An ambulance was summoned and off to the hospital I went.

I was given a far more detailed exam in the hospital by both a NP and a doctor. I had to endure a rectal exam which was excruciatingly painful. The ED doctor could see I felt distressed so the doctor offered me a heated blanket and a mild sedative to take the edge off. I think I was getting checked on a little more frequently because I was a good natured patient despite my extreme discomfort

The blood tests and CT scan further confirmed the appendicitis diagnosis. I then consulted with a surgeon. Then I signed another consent form. Like it or not, game on.

My coworker was with me the entire time. "Give me your keys. I am taking your new car for a spin and taking your dog for a walk along the beach. That dog is a total babe magnet." We got a good laugh.(She really is a babe magnet)

The surgery was seamless. When I woke up my GF was by my side. She was scheduled to work a flight to Tokyo the following day but she was able to trade assignments with her coworker so she could be by my side. I feel so thankful.

During my recovery I was far from being alone. My colleagues along with my department manager all paid me a visit along with my PCP checking in on me. I was shirtless and my doctor was examining my chest when my GF walked in. I liked that. I even had a visit from my priest. He gave his phone number if I needed anything. Mom and Dad were vacationing in Puerto Vallarta. I didn't call them until after they got home. They were not happy that I didn't call them before the surgery but I didn't want to take them away from a sun washed paradise.

I went home 3 days after the laparoscopic surgery and recovered at a moderate pace. I think being at home helped me to recover. I started going back to the gym last week. One of the trainers asked me how I was doing because she hadn't seen me in a while. I explained my illness. She had recommended a physical fitness assessment which I completed with her yesterday afternoon. I have lost some weight and some muscle tone. Cardio wise I am still doing well and I have a stable core. Time to get stronger. My first business trip to The UK has me leaving on Sunday. I got this.

I had an appendectomy about 8 weeks ago. I went to work despite some abdominal pain and overall weakness. About 2 hours after being on the job, the pain became far worse. My manager noticed and asked my colleague to take me to an urgent care clinic about 6 blocks away.

During my recovery I was far from being alone.

Wow, yours sounds like a community project. Long term.

I had symptoms at night, went to the hospital the very next morning, was operated on the day after and then was sent home not 24 hours after the (successful) operation. When I got home went shopping very briefly and very slowly ... ha ha. (No kidding, it was during a Covid surge moreover).

It was all minimal management and hardly any post-op care, but by Jove I never felt so great as after I awoke from surgery. Before that I was ready to die, never been so ensconced in a miasma of black pain ever before in my life.

@agracier Thanks again for your insight. I don't consider my situation much of a community effort. I decided to stay in the city where I attended college. I stayed here, got a decent job for a recent college graduate and managed to forge a few solid friendships with my colleagues. At work we are like family and we look out for each other. My place in my church has further cemented those bonds.

My appendix was ready to rupture and as such it sent my white blood cell count to a dangerously high level. I was retained as an inpatient for an additional 72 hours because of the risk factors. When I was discharged my doctor suggested I stay home for a week until my white cell count returned to a normal level. I worked from home but no more than 6 hours per day because I was feeling very fatigued. I also consumed my share of chicken soup.

Overall my recovery was slow and steady

Thanks again for your insight. I don't consider my situation much of a community effort.

I just meant to contrast it with my experience. It was during a Covid surge and no visitors allowed and the nurses didn't even have time to get me out of my day clothes. I just lay miserably in bed until an hour before the operation and then finally had to change from street clothes to a gown. And they couldn't get me out of the hospital fast enough. I don't blame them with the surge, but it was rushed. I felt like a walking wounded on the way home ... ha ha

I had my gallbladder removed. As a bonus, the appendix went at the same time. I was given pre-operative instructions. I had to shave myself.

It was done the old-fashioned way opening me up and removing the offensive organs hands-on. As usual, there were complications with bleeding. I spent two weeks in the hospital after, then a month recovering at home. I was up and doing my regular things after two weeks at home. Rick chased me around constantly with Don't do thats to no avail. He locked the vacuum cleaner up so I could not use it. I would not have that would have been too stupid. I think I was 23. It was all free and exciting. The Hospital food was great and the sponge baths were worthy of any spa. They treated me like a doll. I have never been more spoiled.

When I was aged approx 13yrs old, and staying with a foreign exchange student and her family and I struggled to speak French but the exchange student was great at English, the family and all the kids had gone away to the grandmothers chateau and I was sharing a room with my exchange student. We got on okay but I was sick and she was concerned.. she had to be interpreter for mum who was trying hard to communicate with me in English too

They noticed I wasn’t eating. I even refused chocolate at Easter for two days and the exchange student explained to her parents I had been holding my abdomen and was in pain and been sick. The family got a emergency docotor out to me in bed and when I heard the following words in French sounding like ambulance, hospital and appendicitis , i wpanicked through fear I lied to the doctor when asked about symptoms ,

I was about aged 13yrs old in a foreign country, I coukdnt speak the lingo except about twenty words like yes no hello bye, etc, and had no family near me. It would have been my first operation. I panicked and was in utter fear. I did t know what to expect gojng to hospital either.

I was give an examine but it was over pyjamas except my belly and a shot. I beleive I was given some medication which mum dispensed , unsure if they was pain or what, i did lie to the doctor and it was naughty.

I’ve still got my appendix in tact, I think had I been unwell for a few more days they would have phone my parents and taken me to hospital . I did manage some chocolate easter egg and they were relieved as know I liked chocolate previously.

I have had an operation about 6 yrs later so now know how the anaesthesia feels etc

I've not had one, but was with our son when he went to the ER for his. They took his symptoms, palpated his abdominal, took an X-ray (I think), then diagnosed him with appendicitis. He had it removed by laparoscopic surgery, leaving him with tiny scars. They shaved him after taking him into the surgery, after going under (he didn't remember them doing it).

Back in the late 60's early 70's I had what they called a 'grumbling appendix.' Every 6 months or so I would get a bout of bad stomach cramps and vomiting that lasted all night, and in the morning I would have a throbbing pain in my lower right side. Classic appendicitis symptoms. I went to my GP's a few times but they weren't particularly interested at first but eventually took it a bit more seriously. To my surprise the GP gave me my first rectal examination but also referred me for a hospital appointment to have it out. I saw the consultant at the hospital and he palpated my abdomen and then booked me in for surgery in a few weeks time. I was shaved and had the classic 5-6 inch incision. Not very pleasant, extremely painful the first night after surgery, but I flashed the light over my bed and one of the young nurses came gave me a couple of injections in the front of my thigh and that calmed things down some. It was a routine case so I was in hospital 6 days and off work 6 weeks, probably about average for 1972.