My further adventures...
After my last post I went to take a nap. About an hour later I started to get... uncomfortable. I took another Empracet and waited for it to kick in. It didn't. The pain got worse and I threw up the Empracet. I took another one and threw it up too. All the while the pain got worse and worse until I finally called Mom to come get me and we went to the ER. I have NEVER hurt like that before.
My older sister has been through this multiple times and her in-Laws have their name all over the hospital and she has a clinic there of her own. Mom called her and told her what had happened. She dropped everything and was there within two hours. I spent about five hours in the waiting room in varying degrees of pain (mostly big pain). Both Mom and I asked the triage nurse if I could take more Empracet and were told no because they would give me something when I went in and I wasn't allowed to eat or drink because they were probably going to do a Scary Procedure on me.
Finally I was called in to an examining room and I think it was another hour before the doc came to check me out. He said they *weren't* going to do the scary procedure and even better -- he got me Oxycodone. Within half an hour I was feeling SO much better. He did an exam and I would have been out of there by about 11pm except that I asked for the shot I need to have because I'm O neg and DivaDaddy is something positive and if the fetus was something positive it would have affected future attempts. It took nearly three hours for them to do the type and cross (we ended up leaving to get food and coming back and it still wasn't done). Nice Doctor also told me to use half the dosage of the meds that started all of this and replaced the Empracet with Oxycodone.
I went home and slept. Took the Oxy and the other stuff this morning and had some isses with dizzyness for awhile. Threw up again. Went to sleep. Woke up feeling much better. Now I'm on my second dose of the day and so far, so good.
All and all it's been an experience I'd rather not repeat -- except for the bonding with my sister and getting spoiled by Mom and Sultry parts. This was the part of the process I was most afraid of -- that it would hurt and I wouldn't be able to deal. It did hurt. It hurt a LOT but I made it through and I dealt and if (heaven forbid) it happens again I know what *not* to do. I'm all for letting nature run it's course in the future.
M.