I was reading a blog on another profile about a really bad day and it reminded me of the worst day of my life. I woke up in the early hours of the morning (about 3or4) unable to catch my breath and a burning sensation in my stomach. I rolled from my bed to the floor and pounded as hard as I could on my bedroom floor trying to wake some of the others in the house. After a minute or two the pounding awoke my mother and she came to see what the problem was, because of my lack of breath it was extremely hard to speak, but she figured out what was happening and called an ambulance. I was rushed to hospital and was helped to catch my breath in the ambulance. On arrival to the hospital they realised that my appendix was about to burst and I was sent straight to the operating theatre. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed and it was late afternoon. I was enraged to find out that I had to spend at least two more days in the hospital, but then realised I was lucky that I had not died as I had severe accute apendicitis. However my feeling of luck disappeared almost immediately when I found out that I had missed not only all of my daily soaps, but a brand new episode of 'Angel'.