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Went to have my appendix removed at age 14.
My dad had gone in the night before for his tonsils, so they put usin neighbouring beds.
He came out incoherent about 2 hours after I was admitted.
I came out about 6pm.
During the night, another old guy in the ward was having a cheeky smoke and woke up my dad. He asked him what was wrong with me and why i looked so pale.
My dad looked down and saw a huge pile of blood.
They'd taped the drip needle to my arm, but not the drip tube. The tube had pulled out and I was bleeding through the needle. Still aneasthetised.
I remember waking up and telling the nurses not to worry, that I was dying but it was ok. It was peaceful.
Next morning I woke up to find several empty bags of blood on the drip stand and some worried nurses hovering. I got such cool hospital food after that.
Bastards still made me get up first thing to go pee though.
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