It all began on Monday afternoon. I remembered a basket of peaches in my car the my mom had given me the day before. Throughout the course of the afternoon I ate about 6 in rapid succession. Later on that evening while at AC eating pizza I noted that my stomach hurt. I blamed it on the peaches and continued to mow down on the 'za. Before going to bed I had a popsicle (a great diet I have here, I know) while noting that my stomach still hurt. Not really thinking much of it I went to bed and turned down an early run when it still hurt in the morning. After a bowl of Rice Krispies I headed to AC to get some pepto from the nurse and had to mill about as they finished their meal. Anyways, a couple hours later I could be found lying in the floor in my room writhing in pain. The pain reminded me of food poisioning but it couldn't be that b/c it was too high, in my stomach as opposed to my gut. I asked Morgan to find the doctor. After driving over to Boys' Camp it started to get really bad and after some poking by the nurse and doctor they thought it was my appendix. The pain was reaching excruciating so I got a shot of demoral (or whatever it was) and headed to the hospital. A day later I'm back at camp minus the appendix and feeling alot better.
sorry, no pictures, I didn't think of bringing my camera until I was at the hospital. it would've been cool though, trust.
oh, i get the bottom bunk now too. score!
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I Remember it like it was last week.
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