Took three weeks and I was 43. Mine had ruptured the previous year and then resealed itself (can you say walking dead man?) but when it finally blew it blew big. 8inch surgury scar to prove it. Took them 4 hours to clean me out and 1 week of IV antibiotics before they let me escape the hospital.
If it wasn't for my wife I would have just continued sleeping on the floor hunched over a pillow. She dragged me in to the doctor who originally diagnosed gall bladder as the pain was way high under my liver. After the cat scan He met us at the door to his office, lead me into a room and asked,"So John, Who's your favorite surgeon?". "why" I replied, "am I having surgery?" He said "yes, in about an hour"
God was very very good to me. My appendix had ruptured, gone gangrenous and curled way up under my liver. I was a mess. Didn't hurt too bad though.
I nearly died from neglect. By the time the doctor decided I had appendicitis I had been sick about 36 hours. He told me to go to the hospital. My mom was sick so my aunt drove me. Horrible trip in pain. I got to the hospital and they refused to admit me. Said they had beds only in pediatrics and at 16 I was "too big." Really awful pain my now. Back in the car looking for another hospital to take me over snow-covered winter roads. About an hour later got to second hospita;. They had no rooms sostashed me in the hallway on a gurney. They said "the doctor will be here in aboiut eight hours." By the eighth hour it had stopped hurting. They finally got me into surgery, opened me up fast (I still have a 10-inch-ling scar) and found me full of puss and blood. I stayed in the hospital for about a week, then another three weeks at home. Later found I had almost died. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------