One Wild Ride
Home, Hospital, Patients, Siblings, Texas, USA | Healthy | July 26, 2021
The summer before my brother starts college, we go to an amusement park. He drags me on a bunch of terrible rides and a fun time is had by all. A few days later, however…
Brother: “My stomach hurts.”
Mom: “Where? How bad is it?”
Brother: “It’s not bad, just kind of sore right here.”
He gestures vaguely to the middle of his stomach, so my mom dismisses his appendix.
Mom: “It’s probably bruised from the bars on the [ride]. It’s what you get for dragging your sister on it and flipping it over.”
Over the course of a week, the pain doesn’t subside, but my brother hasn’t mentioned it getting worse or anything like that. My mom lets it go for the moment but decides to take him to the doctor if it doesn’t get better by next week. Come the weekend, I find him lying down on the floor of his room.
Me: “[Brother], are you okay?”
Brother: “No, my stomach really hurts. I just took another Hydrocodone, and it still hurts.”
The Hydrocodone was for his oral surgery he’d had earlier in the year. That surgery bothered him so little he never ended up taking the pills and just left them in the medicine cabinet.
Me: “Don’t worry. I’ll get Mom and we’ll take you to the doctor, okay?”
I got to my mom’s room.
Me: “Mom, we need to take [Brother] to the doctor. His stomach hurts and he took another Hydrocodone.”
Mom: “He did what?”
She rushed out, collected my brother, and drove us to the emergency room. It turns out it was his appendix. It had actually ruptured partially, though thankfully his body had walled it off. He had to go in for emergency surgery. My parents were pissed he let himself suffer so much before getting help. He recovered fine and was more upset that he had a weight limit for his first two weeks at college.
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