University of Nevada, Reno




An attack of appendicitis

By LeRoy 


LeRoyOne day in the spring of 1958, I wasn’t feeling good. It was a Friday. And I told Mom I was sick and didn’t feel like going to school. She said, “OK, go back to bed.” She took my temperature, and it was 100 degrees. So she let me stay in bed. Saturday, I got up but didn’t feel much better. So I just laid around.


Sunday about 2 p.m., I told Mom, “I’m really sick. I think I should go to a doctor.” So off we go to Ontario. Mom had called and our Dr. Abbot wasn’t in, but Dr. Bossart told her he would meet us at the clinic.


 When we got there, he took us in and put me on the table and took my temperature, and it was up. He took a blood test, and my white count was up. So he said, “Well, I’m going to give you a penicillin shot.” He went out to the lab to fix it, and came back in. As he was giving me the shot, I asked, “Will that help my stomach?” He said, “Your stomach! My god, man, your stomach! Lay down on the table.” I laid back on the table and he pushed well into my stomach. He said, “Does that hurt?” I shook my head no, then he let up fast, and I screamed.


Then he looked at Mom and said, “I’ll call an ambulance. We’ve got to get him to the hospital for an appendix operation.” Mom said, “The car is right outside.” He said, “He has to lay down.” Mom said, “He can. We have a Rambler and the seats lay down.” He said, “OK,” and we went to the car. He made sure that I was lying down, and he told Dad, “I will meet you at the hospital.”


So we went to Upland Hospital. In three hours, I had my appendix out.


He told Mom that “It was perforated and was leaking into my stomach. If he had gone home, I don’t think he would have lasted the night. Sure not the next day.” Mom told him, “He’s been sick two days and never said his stomach hurt.”


From that time on, I knew what they meant when they say, “He has release pain.” I was in the hospital for four days.


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