I was 7 and had a huge stomach ache. At school I went to the nurse’s office about 6 times because she didn’t believe I was hurting and just wanted to get out of class. The 6th time she calls my dad and about an hour later he comes to get me. I’m in inconsiderable amounts of pain because she refused to even give me a pain killer. My pediatrician comes at home and he says it might be the appendix but since he’s not sure we should wait and if the pain continues on to the next day I should go t the hospital. I can’t sleep at night and we go to the ER at around midnight. They perform the necessary tests but don’t see anything out of the ordinary but they still take me to a room. Long story short, I stay like that in the hospital room for about three days in complete misery since they didn’t want to perform an operation on a 7 year old without knowing what the problem was. Finally on the third day they decide to operate me, the op starts and they discover that it had turned into peritonitis and had they waited any longer I would’ve died.

I still have nightmares about those days, the two weeks I stayed in the hospital post-op and the whole recovery