Ouch!At school, I was always getting into major shit for never doing homewerk. One time in particular, when I was 10 or 11, I hadn't done any for a month and the shit was going to seriously hit the fan. Out teacher, having grown tired of all my excuses, demanded that my mother should come in to explain. I knew I was dead... I figured that the only thing that would get me out of it was to have myself hospitalised immediately. My brother had had his appendix removed a few years previously so I knew all of the symptoms. I went home with a 'really bad pain in my side', was brought to the doctors, who prodded me a bit and I said 'Ow' at the appropriate times. From there it was onto hospital. Yay!! I felt like the smartest evil-villan kid on earth! I was sitting there in the hospital bed feeling really pleased with myself, when some nurses arrived with a trolley and proceeded to take me to the operating theatre where they operated to have my beautiful, perfect appendix removed. Bastards! I think it was a really quiet night or somethin, 'cos the tests must have come up negative. The weird thing is that I've never been able to touch the scar or let anyone else touch it since... Guilt perhaps? The thought of telling my mum still scares me - I'm 29!
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