Emergency Room Fun!
So Wednesday morning, I wake up with a searing pain on my side. At first I thought it was my appendix, then I remembered the appendix is on the right. I chalked it up to intestinal disgruntled-ness, and went about my day.
Later that night, while at work, the pain was almost unbearable, and by the time I got home, I was in tears. My mom took me to the hospital, where I had to stand in the waiting room for an hour because it hurt to sit. I even had to fill out my insurance forms with the clipboard against the wall because it hurt to move in any direction.
So I get called back, and the attending physician is the dad of my best friend back in third grade. He tells me the evening's festivities are to include an IV, a CT scan, and a catheter. I was ok with the first two, and tried like hell to argue my way out of number 3. No dice.
So about 2 hours and several bodily invasions later, the good doctor informs me that I have ovarian cysts, as most women do, and that mine have ruptured. He said no way in hell would he recommend surgery, but only some badass painkillers and a couple of days off work. Totally on board.
So I took yesterday off. My X-Files season 7 came in the mail that afternoon, so that timing couldn't have been more perfect. This morning I went to work for 2 hours, and then came home because a) they had more than enough people and b) my doctor's note cleared me for another day off. So for the past 2 days, I have done nothing by sleep and watch X-Files, which isn't a bad way to spend a couple of days. I have to check back with the good doctor, as well as my physician in a few days.
So note to all you ladies: if it hurts, go see about it. It might be nothing, it might not. And that's the end of my little tale.
Later that night, while at work, the pain was almost unbearable, and by the time I got home, I was in tears. My mom took me to the hospital, where I had to stand in the waiting room for an hour because it hurt to sit. I even had to fill out my insurance forms with the clipboard against the wall because it hurt to move in any direction.
So I get called back, and the attending physician is the dad of my best friend back in third grade. He tells me the evening's festivities are to include an IV, a CT scan, and a catheter. I was ok with the first two, and tried like hell to argue my way out of number 3. No dice.
So about 2 hours and several bodily invasions later, the good doctor informs me that I have ovarian cysts, as most women do, and that mine have ruptured. He said no way in hell would he recommend surgery, but only some badass painkillers and a couple of days off work. Totally on board.
So I took yesterday off. My X-Files season 7 came in the mail that afternoon, so that timing couldn't have been more perfect. This morning I went to work for 2 hours, and then came home because a) they had more than enough people and b) my doctor's note cleared me for another day off. So for the past 2 days, I have done nothing by sleep and watch X-Files, which isn't a bad way to spend a couple of days. I have to check back with the good doctor, as well as my physician in a few days.
So note to all you ladies: if it hurts, go see about it. It might be nothing, it might not. And that's the end of my little tale.