Last night at midnight a horrible sharp ache stabbed me in the right side and refused to go away. Worried my appendix had burst or some other thing ruptured, I called the Healthline and asked a registered nurse what to do. She told me to go to the hospital. And of course I had no money and no car, so I caled my mum to take me but it was 2:30 in the morning. So I had to get an ambulance, ugh. But they took good care of me.
It was weird to see them write "psych" for previous health problems. It's true, but I was worried they would just think I was bipolar and making up some health problem.
Anyway, they thought it was indigestion or a stomach bug, because I was also throwing up from the pain and had diarreah. Ugh! It was awful!
It was five in the morning when I was done with the doctor, which didn't actually take that long. The hospital paid for my cab home, which was nice.
I was so exhausted I came home and crashed for ages. I still don't really know what that pain was.
Vancouver was fun, though I only got to actually see one friend. Oh well, I was only there for three days, not even, two really.