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I had appendicitis when I was about 11. My mother didn't have medical insurance and didn't trust doctors and was really broke. She diagnosed me at home using the old "push in slow and release fast, wait to see if it increases the pain" method.
She doctored me herself, in the living room, for 3 or 4 days, I don't remember. I was delirious with fever. She kept me in a sleeping bag, to help break the fever, and occasionally my step father would hold me up under a cold shower to bring the fever down some. My mom gave me antibiotics, tetracycline, that she bought at the local fish store. (They use it to treat ich on fish)
With lots of care, and love, and 24 hour around the clock attention, I beat the infection and came around without my appendix bursting. To this day I haven't had it out and I wonder at my luck.
Good luck with your little Gator, keep an eye on him, love him and keep him on those antibiotics. Try a different hospital next time if necessary. Those other guys suck!
Aren't pediatricians supposed to be the damn specialists!?
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