The Day I Lost My Appendix

The Day I Lost My Appendix

By Paul McCann 

We walked my sisters to their nursery school

down Cambria Street  with a baby in the pram .

Underneath Mammy’s voice 

she whispered 

“Jesus we’re  late  again  “ 

and she took me by the hand .

“Good morning “

said one of the three man 

who always stood on the corner .

every single day  .

After dropping off my sisters

we went back down Flax Street

and I can still  hear Mammy say ..

“ Is your stomach still sore son ?“

“Yes “ I said .

“ Well you better stay in your grannies, then ok .“

So she  took me and the baby in the pram

to Jamaica street then she went on her way .

She went work at Rosebank

and all I did was throw up all morning.  

I was sent to  bed .

Mammy rushed out of work and Doctor Murray came .

“His appendix  needs to come out ‘

He said .

I was taken in an ambulance to the city hospital

for an operation .

As soon as I got there

every thing seemed to be done

quickly and in desperation .

After they took out my appendix

they asked if I wanted to take them home in a jar .

I asked Daddy when he came to visit me

and he said he could take them

home in the car .

They were all just taking the mickey

as there was no need to hang on to my appendix .

I left the hospital and was soon back to myself again

after a couple of weeks .