A lot of things had to go perfectly for you to be okay

Yes. This is true. When my wife said this I had to agree with her after hearing countless stories now of people getting sepsis from their burst Appendix which also burst their small intestines and put feces in their blood stream at the same time. 3 months later if they hadn't died they slowly recovered their lives.

In my case I was lucky they didn't diagnose my burst appendix as what it was. If they had I might have had sepsis too and been sick 3 months and almost died too.

Because one of the worst things you can do to a person is to go in exactly when the appendix bursts. However, if you wait a couple of days after it bursts then your body usually will create a pus pocket and isolate the infection in one place like my body did after one week.

So, basically because they didn't diagnose it as an exploded appendix I didn't almost die (at least in that way).

So, even though I was sick and alone and basically slept (except for going to the bathroom for the first 2 days straight after being in the emergency room the first time, it also caused my body to protect me from the infection.

Then when one week later I went back to the emergency room asking for a sonogram to see if I had an appendix problem they offered me a CT Scan, I accepted. And then they diagnosed an appendix problem and offered an operation to remove it and I accepted.

But, by that time it was all in one little pus pocket that my lady doctor Fox took out with a laparoscopic Appendectomy.

One interesting note:The doctor, the anesthesiologist and the nurses who operated on me were all women. I thought this very interesting.

The Laparoscopy lab looked like a UFO Anal Probe ship in the extreme. I thought at the time, "Wow! I wish I could come in here and just ask questions as to what each laparascopic device does?"

After I saw this amazingly high tech 20 foot or 30 foot wide room my anesthesiologist said, "I'm going to put something in your IV. AND I was Gone!

3 hours later I began to wake up in the ICU recovery room. I remember thinking, "Amazing! I'm still alive!" (I hadn't expected to live). I thought, "Wow! my wife and kids and relatives and friend won't have to have a funeral for me. How wonderful!"

And then I was very very grateful to God for having survived the surgery.