Having my appendix out. Criikey! It apparently ruptured.

May the Stingray of emergency surgery stab you right in the chest.

Telling someone that you’ll pray for them is the best way to show that you intend to do absolutely nothing to help them.

Blimey!

Does Robert need to have his cock massaged to help him cope with this trauma?

Faded reality stars desperate for the limelight again.

I still don't understand why this girl is even a thing? Her dad was beloved, but he's been gone for years. Does she have any discernable talent?

She'll be okay. Surgeons flush the abdomen with saline and then an antibiotic to kill the bugs.

I’m not getting the love that I expected. Are you jealous, bitches?

Bindi, go drink several VBs or Fosters.

(VB stands for Victoria Bitters, a brand of beer of which I know from the Australian Facebook group Rock Bottom.)

I worked with woman whose appendix ruptured at work. I went to call 911 and she pleaded with me no ambulance. I drove her to the hospital which was less than a five minute drive away and to keep her mind off it I told her don't you dare die in my car. She laughed, painfully. All went well, TG.

On May 10, 1973 I woke-up with a pain in my right side. My mom as usual thought I was faking (she thought going to doctors all the time was low class) but let me stay home from school and made a doctor's appt. Doc determined it was my appendix and they put me right into surgery.

That afternoon a devastating tornado hit our tiny town and killed 4 people. Electricity was out everywhere and the hospital was put on generator while I was recovering.