Me, myself and my appendix

A week ago I was eating dinner at a restaurant with a good (no great) friend.
Suddenly sirens near us, a young man was hit by a car just outside the restaurant.
I saw his feet and a pool of blood.
He didn’t make it.
It was weird passing the place an hour later
– the firemen had rinsed the street and happy party people passed without knowing a thing.
He hasn’t left my thought all week.
So sad.

Monday night I had cramps in my stomach, I was sleeping badly.
Decided to go to work – shooting another episode of my TV- series Fixa Rummet. My crew is from another part of Sweden and the kids have been waiting for their room.
Couldn’t let them down.
After lunch I said – I do one more scene, then I need to go home.

I went to the hospital instead. Spent seven hours in the emergency room.
Pretty far from Grey’s Anatomy.
A drunk man had hit his head and was screaming that he wanted to take a dump, an older man was bleeding from his head but couldn’t get up so there was blood all over the wall behind him, alarms getting off and pretty hard environment over all.

I did some test. Was told- this can take anything from 10 minutes until 3 hours. After a while I went to ask if I could drink something. The nurse said my test where back, she looked at them but didn’t tell me anything. She just had that look. The look that something was wrong.
-“Sit down, DON’T drink, the doctor will talk to you soon”.
I was pretty sure it was the appendix which isn’t that bad but suddenly I got so afraid.
What if they had found something else? What if her look was the sign of bad news.
I started to cry.

But I was lucky. It was the appendix and an hour later I lay had the surgery.
The anesthetic crew was like a SWAT team. Truly hardcore women. I felt safe.
My nail polish matched their caps.
Then the next two hours was like 3 minutes in my head – it was over.
I could call my husband – in a delirious state – still knocked out on drugs.
Apparently taking out an appendix is the closest thing a gal,  with small children at home, gets to party and having some me-time.
I was fine.

I shared room with Harriet 95 years old. She came to me a bit lost. Looked at my leopard scarf and my studded converse. Told me she had just the same- like asking me why I had taken hers….
She was so sweet.
On the other side of this screen lay a woman from, I think Poland.
It was strange not saying hello but laying so close. Sharing lives for a couple of days, but still not wanting to interfere.
Her family- like a crew of 6, was with her all the time. They where loud and it was wonderful in a way.
Most of the Swedes where there alone, but the ones with foreign background all had their entourage.
I found this very interesting.

Loved the pants.
Now I am back home.
Tired but ok. I will be ok.
No one ever needs an appendix anyway…


Join the discussion and tell us your opinion.

Kathrine Lindsay
August 25, 2011 at 23:54

Hope you get well soon :)
God bedring.

August 26, 2011 at 00:07

Get well, very very soon! Mine was removed one year ago… still a cool story though.

August 26, 2011 at 02:23

Glad you’re feeling better – hospitals are always a bit scary to me!

August 26, 2011 at 07:12

What a horror time! Glad you are better now.

August 26, 2011 at 08:12

Gretting from Poland ;) Hope U get well soon…

August 26, 2011 at 08:16

Oj, va du har haft för en vecka. Hoppas att det blir bättre. Ni har ju fula sjukhuskläder, det måste jag saga. Det har vi ju också här i Finland, men vi har ju färger, ljusblå, -röd och -gul. :)

Jenny Brandt
August 26, 2011 at 08:51

Great story

mette / ungt blod
August 26, 2011 at 09:27

oh hope you are better – it was a great story with both the words and the photos

August 26, 2011 at 09:45

Usch vilken tung vecka. Men jag älskar hur du har dokumenterat den!

August 26, 2011 at 09:50

Damn, believe it or not, but my story was almost the same. On Monday afternoon after dinner my stomach started to hurt and I couldn’t sleep the whole damn night, went to the hospital on Tuesday morning and at 4:30 pm the same day my appendix was cut out! :) It happened in March this year, but I thing I will remember it for quite a while… And that balloon-feeling will go away in a week + the baby-food diet for the next 4 weeks is a great way to loose some kilos :D At least it worked for me – so I guess there is upside to even this kind of ”experience” :)
God bedring!

August 26, 2011 at 10:03

Auts! get well soon :)

August 26, 2011 at 10:50

Bra! Det är skönt när det inte är “värre”.
Jag blev av med min ett halvår efter förlossning och tyckte blindtarmen var betydligt värre… Det gjorde så mycket mer ont med operationssår.

Och hela tiden den där frågan från läkarna medan de tryckte på magen; “Hur ont gör det på en skala 1-10?”. Gaaaaahh!!
Full med morfin svarade jag 9, hade jag varit utan hade det nog varit 15. :D

August 26, 2011 at 10:55

Elsker hvordan du skriver! At du la merke til at neglelakken machet luene :)
Ønsker deg god bedring!

August 26, 2011 at 11:15

Fy vad hemskt, Fina reflektioner om sjukhus miljön, Skönt att du har fått kommit hem, krya på dig!

August 26, 2011 at 11:42

Vilken fin story, verkligen! Det där med skandinavisk kultur och att man ska klara sig ensam osv. tycker jag är intressant också. Varför har vi så?

August 26, 2011 at 12:48

I’m happy for you, that everything went ok.
I got the appendix – broken….it was many years ago, but
they wait to long to take it….I survived, but I was lucky.
I wish you get better soon.

Agata (from Poland ;-)

August 26, 2011 at 15:20

Get well soon!
I can see you are already feeling better!

August 26, 2011 at 15:55

Im so sorry Isabelle, i hope you’ll be ok soon!!!! Very good vibrations from Ibiza!!!!!

August 26, 2011 at 16:13

this is my first comment on this blog, I’m so sorry to read that. i hope you’ll get better. take care.
K. from Madagascar.

victoria knysh
August 26, 2011 at 16:43

hey isabelle, hope you are filling better!

is it not in swedish tradition to visit ill people in hospitals? this is sad if it`s true ..

August 26, 2011 at 16:54

Heey you all – thanks for wishing me well.
I have been laying in my sofa, eating some chocolate and watching pretty bad movies. Simply perfect.

It’s wonderful to watch all you comments from around the world. Makes me happy.

And yes, Swedes do visit at hospital but we tend to keep it short and quiet. I also had this strong sense that I should make it on my own, should my hubby just sit there and watch me have pain? Sounds stupid but it’s a form of love as well.
And the hospital clothes sure sounds better looking in Finland but I hope I will never experience them.
Good to hear about you good appendix dramas as well.
Jenny likes that I now have time posting some more. I will do my best.
xx you all

August 26, 2011 at 21:52

Krya på dig! Usch va hemskt att sånt här kan hända när som helst..
Du är strong du.

Stor cyber-kraam, Annaleena

Iris Vank
August 26, 2011 at 21:56

Good riddance or so it seems. ;) Hope you’ll feel all better soon and enjoy the quiet times in the meantime!

August 27, 2011 at 00:35

Speedy recovery!
Wishing you less drama in your life!

Nina O
August 28, 2011 at 15:58

Vilken vecka… Skönt att du mår bättre. Men så högst sorgligt det med bilolyckan. Någon miste någon den kvällen…

Man vet aldrig vilka vägar livet tar. Många kramar till dig och dina!

August 28, 2011 at 18:34

Oj, så mycket blod, smärta och otäckheter du har haft runt ikring dig!

Jag såg en riktigt läskig, blodig film häromdagen; “Eden lake”, den framstår nu som “like a walk in the park”. Inget kan minsann mäta sig med den läskiga verkligheten… när den bestämmer sig för att visa sig från den sidan. Hm. Tur att verkligheten har ett par andra sidor också.

Hoppas att du mår mycket bättre nu och har blivit rejält ompysslad där i dit mysiga soffhörn!

Allt gott till Dig, du inspirerande kvinna! ;)