The signs and symptoms of an appendicitis attack can sometimes be mistaken for something as simple as gas to the seriousness of ectopic pregnancy before it is properly diagnosed.
This is my story.
I had just moved to Atlanta Georgia to start my first job and never expected to be lying in the hospital a few months later. I remember coming home one night feeling a bit fluish yet brushed it off and went to bed. I felt fine the next morning and headed to work. I started feeling lousy again, yet this time I had cramps on the lower right side of my stomach. By midnight I dragged myself to the emergency room with severe cramps and flu like symptoms. When the doctor came in I told him my symptoms and he quickly assumed it was the cheese and crackers I had earlier and sent me home with a diagnosis of gas.
A few weeks passed and the symptoms came back again. I dragged myself back to the ER and got the same damn doctor! He sent me home saying it was probably a hangover. “NO! Are you kidding me!” The symptoms went away again and I was back to normal.
A month passed and I started getting cramps in my lower right stomach. I crawled into bed and tried to sleep it off. In the middle of the night, “of course,” I ran for the bathroom and started violently throwing up. This went on for hours, until I decided to drag myself back to the ER. This time I went to a different hospital. I literally drove myself, with the window down, heaving all the way there! I was seen right away. The doctor asked my history, of course, and decided to do a pelvic exam! He thought it was an ectopic pregnancy. I responded by saying, I was still a virgin. He looked at me with disbelief and told me it was ok to tell the truth. I was telling the truth! He argued with me for a few more minutes and ordered the exam anyway. He left the room after the exam and came back with his head held low and apologized for not believing me.
The doctor sat down and told me they were going to do an exploratory surgery. I was alone in a big city at 21 years old, thousands of miles from home and scared to death! The next thing I remember was waking up to find out I had just had an appendectomy. It took months and 3 misdiagnosis to finally have my appendix removed.
If your intuition is telling you the doctor is wrong, don’t be afraid to speak up and ask for another doctor. I was a kid in a strange city and intimidated by a medical degree. I knew in my gut the doctors diagnosis was wrong every time and said nothing! The only reason my appendix didn’t burst, according to the third doctor, was that it developed improperly and was upside down. That’s more than likely why I’m alive to share my story.