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I was thinking about not posting about this … but what the hell. Earlier this month I had the “pleasure” to check out one of this countries medical facilities. In not so many words I’ve had surgery. I’ve had a major fight with my appendix and he had to go.

It all started with a pain one morning that was bearable but wouldn’t go away … so I decided to go to the hospital. I’ve arrived at 8 AM and for the next five hours I was moved back and forth between the hospital buildings. I had x-rays, ecography, blood and urine tests. I was examined by four different doctors, all saying it’s food poisoning. In the end I was sent to the infectious diseases wing to spend the night there. In all this time I was getting weaker and weaker, at the end I could barely walk.

My father felt the need to step in, this had gone the wrong way for too long, and asked to transfer me to the surgical wing where he used to work before he retired. He called former colleague to examine me and pointed out that I needed surgery right away. He believed I was misdiagnosed and this was a case of atypical appendicitis.

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