I thought I had appendicitis

My lower right abdomen has been pretty tender the past couple of days and I was talking to some friends about it and they thought it might be the beginnings of appendicitis. All I knew about appendicitis is that you have to have your appendix removed.

What does your appendix do anyways?

But if it's such a big deal that you have to have something removed, I figured I'd look up on it. So I did. On Wickapedia. And it basically said if you ignore it, your appendix explodes and the poison it releases kills you. "So," I thought to myself, "this might be one of those times where a call to the health center could be beneficial." I finally got myself talking to a nurse and she said that what I was describing could be appendicitis but it might not be, but that it's always better to be safe than dead. I agreed. So over to the urgent care of the student heath center I went, with Jacey, for moral support. The doctor decided, after some poking around, that I should go to the lab and take a urine test and a blood test, neither of which I have ever done before, so that was pretty exciting. When the blood extractor guy found out I had never had blood taken before, he leaned back and told the lab receptionist lady, "hey we have a virgin here!" ah... BYU jokes, they're always so clever. Anyways, since I had never had it done before, he was explaining everything and had me feel my "rippling veins," (always a good sign when you know they won't have to go searching) and then I sat and watched as he sucked it all out. I really can't understand why that's so hard for some people, but there you have it. At least I know I don't have a phobia of needles or my own blood. Then Jacey and I went back to the urgent care waiting room and about half an hour later the doctor called me back in. He sat explaining what I didn't have for about 10 minutes and then took another 15 on what I did have which is some other kind of -itis. He prescribed some kind of anti-inflammatory that I should take with food and where I can't lay down for half an hour afterwards.

So we were there for about 2 1/2 hours... I missed my volleyball class, which stinks. That's one of the few classes I actually enjoy going to... psh. Whatever. But at least I'm not going to die from the poison of a ruptured appendix. That's always a good thing.