I am not sure if it's the medicine...or just having to go to the emergency room...but today I have been extremely emotional. But in a good way. I feel very grateful. I want to tell all those I love how much I love them...and I don't want to take things for granted. No one wants to, i know that, but in our busy daily lives, it's hard sometimes to just stop and think...or stop and smell the roses.
So last Sunday I started having cramps. But these weren't the normal cramps...and trust me...i have VERY bad cramps for a week a month...so I know all about those. Then my stomach was distended. So I had a distended stomach and constant pain. It was a fullness feeling. Yesterday after lunch I was sitting at my desk...and all of a sudden the pain become overwhelming. I couldn't figure out what to do. I couldn't sit, so I tried to stand. Standing wasn't the way to go either. By this time it was after 3:00 and I called my doctor. Of course they couldn't get me in. I was advised to go to the ER. So I went upstairs and one of the girls told me she'd take me to the hospital. Of course I started to cry because the thought of being alone scares the crap out of me...but also because at that moment in time all I wanted was to have my family here...and then on top of all that I already started compiling the massive hospital bill in my head. I decided that I couldn't take it anymore and I decided to let the intern take me. Poor, sweet girl. She's 18 and that was her last day. She wasn't just any intern though...she was the owners niece. I was shocked at how quickly I got back into registration. Granted there was no one in the waiting room. It was the craziest experience. In registration I was hit with a barrage of questions from every angle. Three different people all asking questions at once. Good grief...my head was spinning. The PA and nurse were great. The PA's name was Sarah and the nurse was Jacque. Kind of comical because I'm Sarah and my friend is Jackie. What are the chances? They told me they wanted to give me some medicine and asked if I was allergic to anything. I told them I wasn't...because at the time I didn't know I was. I was given an injection of morphine and Phenergin (sp?). A few minutes later I see some bumps...so I say to the nurse "ummm excuse me...is it bad that I have to have these bumps on my arm?" She laughed and said "oh sweetie...those are hives...no...that's not good." Next I get an injection of Benedryl. I have a CT scan, and blood tests. Then the PA comes in and tells me the "good news"...they can't find anything wrong. Blood tests all look great. CT scan showed nothing. Bad news...they have no idea what's wrong with me. Where's Dr. House when you need him??? By this time I just wanted something to be wrong with me so I would know i wasn't crazy. The next thing was the ultra sound. Turns out there was a portion of my ovary not getting blood to it. This is not a good thing. They think it's the cyst that is causing it to not get blood. Thank God...otherwise I'd have to have my ovary removed...which would devastate me. I want kids more than anything and that would make it so much harder. Not to mention I'm already old for having children. I was written a prescription for Vicoden and released. My sweet little intern friend took me to CVS and I got plenty to drink (non-alcoholic...don't worry) and my prescription and went home. I was worried about how I'd react to the medicine so I was taking one at a time. It said take 1-2. I didn't want it to make me sick...so I stuck to 1. Today however I took 2...and what a difference 2 makes. Takes the pain away for the most part...and make me sleepy.
So anyway...all day today I've felt the need to tell everyone how much they mean to me. It's a great feeling...and I hope to keep it.
Thanks so much to all those that read my blog!! You are all great!!!
