I Left Swansea with a tear in my eye to go spend a night in Bristol, a night in London and then jump on the train to Belgium. By the time I got off the train In Bristol I was starting to think that that tear wasn't to do with me being sad, I was starting to feel quite sick. Jimmy Muir the legend was the one who picked me up from the station and took me back to the student mansion, which was his place of dwelling along with three others. As the night went on and the drinks went down I was getting worse and worse until I gave in and had to go to bed, I honestly just thought it was a bad hangover sent from Swansea to torture me for leaving. It wasn't until sometime after midnight I was going to the toilet every five minutes to do a wee that I thought it might not just be a hangover, then at four in the morning I started getting extreme pain in my lower abdomen. I managed to get a few hours sleep but when I woke up I decided I should go to the hospital and get checked out, Phoebe; Jimmy's friend, drove me up to Frenchay Hospital A&E where we waited for half an hour did some tests, waited an hour and a half got to see a doctor then waited another hour and a half and got told I was heading up to ward 207. I still didn't exactly know what was going on, I had a vague thought it was a Bladder infection and I was going to need some antibiotics and some rest.

This was the first time I had actually been admitted into a hospital before, but it was just a hospital and I didn't think much of it, I always thought people who were scared of hospitals were just a bunch of pansies, but as the night went on and doctors came and went and did some various and unpleasant tests on me I started to get scared. There were people in beds around me dying of all kinds of diseases, I'm not exaggerating because I could hear nurses, doctors and family members talking about how many months that person had left, it is a seriously depressing place. Finally I got a verdict back on my situation which was to go into surgery and have a look at my appendix and if it looked bad to take it out, I didn't really think about it said yes signed the form and went back to sleep. Later that night (I think it was I was starting to loose track of time by then) I was moved down to surgery where a lovely chap went through a couple of things with me then told me to take a few deep breathes then I was out cold.

I woke up some time later very dozy with a small amount of pain coming from my belly and a lady asking me a few questions "do you still feel any pain?" one question was, to which I reply "ahhh… yeee…" so she pumps me with more morphine, eventually after I kept saying I still had pain, she said I couldn't have anymore because I was at maximum dosage. I didn't really care, I was a little sore but everything was just so weird from the morphine that pain was just a small inconvenience on my rollercoaster ride back to the ward with my new best friends pushing me around this wonderful wacky playground that was Frenchay hospital. More sleep, vague thoughts of talking to people, more sleep then finally early the next morning I came to and got a talking to with my doctor who told me that they had successfully taken my appendix out and was now on the recovery. Recovery was the worst part I felt sick all the time and was in pain most of the time, I felt extremely weak and didn't differ from the eighty year old man across the room from me.

I was told on several occasions I would be getting released, but then I started to get some swelling around one of the holes from the surgery, this held my release back again. I was told I would need an ultrasound that evening but that never happened and instead I would go in for it the next morning, that never happened either, I didn't get in until the afternoon which by the time I came out all the doctors had gone home so I had to spend another night in the hospital. The following day which is now three days after my supposed release it took the whole day to receive any news about what the swelling was and if I could be released. Finally on the 8th of August I was released from Frenchay Hospital, Goudie came to pick me up and Leanne and Laurence came to see me, which was just fantastic anything to get my spirits high made me really happy. See you in two weeks Frenchay for a final check up scan.