When was the last time you where in the hospital and why

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July 2013 for a discectomy. Still have pain now unfortunately but that's a possible side effect from the surgery. Not that it's invasive in my left though.

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12 years ago, when I had a small operation on my ears. I came home the same day.

Fortunately I haven't been in hospital since.

Today, because I'm a murderer!

Sorry, I saw the title and had to make a stupid joke. Nurses say they stab people with needles; surgeons say they slice people open; I'm a housekeeper, and I'm a paid assassin of germs!

April, surgery for a bleeding ulcer. They kept me for three days because I was so anemic. They gave me three units of blood.

Two weeks ago for an infliximab infusion (on account of my Crohn's Disease).

The last time I was in a hospital was in June for a social group. The last time I was in the hospital for an operation was last year, when I dislocated my jaw and had to have it put back under sedation.

Five years ago when I had a severe allergic reaction.

Almost 5 years ago, I went to the ER with severe pelvic pain. Tests couldn't find anything and the doctor started talking about taking my appendix out. I wasn't having that so I ripped all the tubes off and went home.

august 2012, severe bike accident, shattered left elbow, greenstick fracture right arm, numerous contusions, scrapes, cuts, gouges, blood loss. still healing from that.

June 16th for a pre-op appointment for a surgery that got bumped from June 20th till August 15th.

It was in November of 2014 I had to have an abscess lanced. It was really painful, enough to drive to the ER.

I had a good time in the hospital, in the ER, to be exact; it's weird. The surgery itself lasted maybe 5 minutes. The rest of the time, I was pumped full of opioids, so I was just relaxed and laughing at the most random things. I was even making chemistry jokes with the ER staff, which they all got. Because I was in no condition to drive, my friends picked me up that night, and drove me home. We drank champagne to celebrate my recovery; I drank a fake one my friends made for me, out of Sprite and yellow food coloring; I couldn't have alcohol since the opioids were still in my system. (Why not just have sparkling grape juice? It's funnier this way.) I took a taxi back to the hospital and picked up my car next day.

January last year. My mother broke her leg. I got to ride in an ambulance.

For myself? Right before I moved out to this god forsaken desert to get some xanax! I've been there since a few times visiting relatives. I really do need to start seeing a doctor again, years and years.

It was earlier this year due to me having a blood clot in my leg.