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This one is cringeworthy indeed. I've had these thoughts about surgery. One reason why I try to eat the way I think will keep me out of surgery. Yikes!!Enjoy :)Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Before I begin today's podcast I'd like to that the listeners and Patreon members including madjoe, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, P.A. Nightmares, Patrick, and 933TheVolt.com. If you would like to support the show by subscribing to the commercial free podcast, please visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com/support.Tonight I have for you stories about hospitals and operations. A freaky topic indeed. For in Sandcastle we have doctors who do experiments on people. Weird experiments. Sometimes with permission, and sometimes without. If you're not careful and the mad scientist that no one can find here likes your eyes, he just might use them on a project that you don't want to be a part of. Crazy, isn't it? For this type of insanity goes on in the basements of doctors you thought were good citizens trying to help their fellow human but instead, when heads are turned the other way, they take advantage of their knowledge of the human body and mind.But that's enough about Sandcastle's insanity. If you would like to hear more about the people of Sandcastle, check out the website www.sandcastlehorror.com or subscribe to the Horrors of Sandcastle podcast.Now let's begin...The Operationby ShadowShukoI hate hospitals. Then again, I don't think anyone 'likes' them. Maybe some have gotten used to them from coming in and out of them enough, and maybe some people have had the utmost joy of never being ill enough to need to go to a hospital and had a very healthy family.Personally, the only times I went to a hospital before this is to see family who had just had an operation. When I'm there, I tend to try my best not to think about it. Just being near a hospital gives me the chills.The only issue now is, I have been feeling pretty bad for a couple of months now. Nausea, abdominal pain, and so on. After seeing my GP about what the issue could be, I was told to have a blood test.A week after the blood test, my GP told me that nothing showed on the blood tests. But something had to be wrong, otherwise I wouldn't be feeling like this! I was told to go and see a gastroenterologist (stomach specialist) down at the local hospital. As soon as I heard this, I was shaking. I knew my fate, that I'd need some sort of operation down at the hospital.Nothing was set in stone yet, but I just had that cold feeling telling me that this was going to happen. Despite my mother, who had previously had an operation (something to do with her stomach, I forget the details) telling me that it's nothing to worry about and they take good care of you, I'd never been in this position before. I was indeed told that I should be taken immediately to the hospital.My dad offered to take me there, as there was no way I was making my own way to the hospital in the state I was in. I was panicking in the car the whole way there, barely able to even drink water.After arriving, and waiting for what felt like a decade, we went in to speak to the doctor. After telling her my symptoms, I had to had more tests done, mostly scans. It was confirmed there that I had something called gallstones, and that I needed an operation to get the gallbladder removed. What made it worse is that I needed to wait until the next day to have the operation. When I got back home, I didn't eat or sleep. I just sat with my head in my hands, shaking all night.The next day, I was a wreck, both physically and emotionally. I had no energy whatsoever. I struggled to keep my eyes open and became extremely paranoid and twitchy.We got to the hospital and, after even more waiting, I was taken in to have the operation. I was watching as others were looking at me wit