What a week I’ve had, I don’t even know where to start. I guess the only spot to start is at the beginning.
[Warning: Not for the faint of heart]
Tuesday night I started having horrible abdominal pain. At first the pain wasn’t to bad, I attributed it to gassy stomach and took some Gas-X. It quickly became apparent that the Gas-X wasn’t helping as the pain started to escalate quickly. At about 10:30 I took more Gas-X, a sleeping pill in hopes of sleeping thru the pain and tried to go to sleep. The sleep didn’t last very long.
I woke up a few minutes before 1am with pain I’d [assume] similar to childbirth. Again, took more Gas-X and settled into watch the clock, praying by the time the clock hit 1:20a the pain would be gone. I made it to 1:02 before I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to do something. Unsure what to do, I decide to wake-up my roommate Jody and get her opinion. I climb out of bed and shuffle down the hall to Jody’s room, where I scared the crap out of Jody. Jody litteraly leapt 2 feet into the air when I quietly said “Jody”.
After a few minutes of us staring at each other hoping the other will know what to do, I finally decide “maybe I need to call my mom”. Jody quickly agrees (and I think is relieved) and I pick up the phone and call my mom. My dad answers the phone with a “good grief” annoyed response as he passed the phone onto my mom. After talking for a few minutes, my mom tells me to call my doctors office and see what they think. I hang up, call the doctors office and in world record speed the on-call nurse calls me back. After about 5 minutes of talking, the nurse informs me I need to head into the ER right away. I thank her and hang up, dreading the call back to my parents, who I’m sure were fighting over who would have to take me in to the ER. My dad must have lost the fight, because he was the lucky one to drive me into the ER at 2am.
Upon picking me up, my dad informs me his car needs gas. It’s at this point that I go ballistic on him. He was NOT to stop and get gas. His only job was to GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL. After dropping me off he was more than welcome to go find a gas station and fill up his car…but not before then!
We arrive at the ER and are whisked right back, apparently they had been expecting me and my potentially rupturing appendix. Within 15 minutes of checking in, I had my lovely hospital gown on, I’d peed in a cup, got my IV started, and was given some pain medicine. Not to long after that I was taken for an X-Ray and to get a CT-Scan. It’s at this point where I don’t have much memory of what happened next, but apparently I had my blogging hat on and asked my daddy to take a couple of photos of me at my finest (LOL).
I ended up being discharged with a ruptured ovarian cyst larger then a quarter and the start of a Kidney Infection. It’s now been two days later, I’ve been back to the doctor once and am currently waiting for the doctor to call me back now (Friday night). I’m still not feeling great, and now have a burning going up my back…fun times. So I’ll leave you with that and hope I start to feel better soon!!