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I generally don't update this (tumblr is easier to use), but I hate leaving things unfinished, so here's my last hospital update. If you follow me on tumblr, you've seen this (or ignored it) so feel free to scroll on past.
anybody who has ever had to drink that god-awful dye for a CT, you are my hero. Call me easy to impress, but drinking that shit was fucking horrible.
At 8am, after two days of abdominal pain around my right kidney, my mum took me to the emergency room. I thought it was a kidney infection, she thought it was a UTI, and the doctor thought that it was appendicitis.
I had gone to bed at 3am and had woken up at 5am because of the pain in my stomach, so I was exhausted. And whenever I get really tired (or angry, or afraid, or frustrated), I cry.
So I cried after they stuck the IV in me. I cried a little before the CT scan because my mum left for a bit and I was alone and the hospital’s wifi disapproves of tumblr. Thankfully I was able to get on LiveJournal, and I cried a little while finally updating that damn thing.
And I cried when the doctor told me that it wasn’t appendicitis. Instead, it was a pretty big cyst on my right ovary. What the cyst is doing is twisting my ovary around, which is blocking the blood flow coming from my Fallopian tubes.
In short: it hurts like a bitch, it’s 2 inches long, and I need to have surgery to get it removed or there’ll be problems down the line.
I have to go down to get my surgery scheduled and have an ultrasound tomorrow morning. I’m supposed to get it removed sometime this week, but that’s not a lot of comfort because I am scared as all fuck.
It’s benign, yeah, but still. I’m a naturally nervous person and this is… well, I’m overwhelmed.
To make matters worse, my aunt is in a Cleveland hospital, and she’s in a coma. My uncle is there and is understandably terrified, so my mum is going to drive out there sometime this week to support him. She’d go out there now, but I need her. Which is horrible and I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it except try to help her out.
And, of course, my dad is no use. He did call my mum back before we got the results of my CT, but all he had to say was, “I know you need my help, but I need you to help me, too.” And he said this after he knew that I was in the hospital. He didn’t even ask how I was.
I am just emotionally drained right now. I’m going to sign off and try to get a few hours of sleep.
anybody who has ever had to drink that god-awful dye for a CT, you are my hero. Call me easy to impress, but drinking that shit was fucking horrible.
At 8am, after two days of abdominal pain around my right kidney, my mum took me to the emergency room. I thought it was a kidney infection, she thought it was a UTI, and the doctor thought that it was appendicitis.
I had gone to bed at 3am and had woken up at 5am because of the pain in my stomach, so I was exhausted. And whenever I get really tired (or angry, or afraid, or frustrated), I cry.
So I cried after they stuck the IV in me. I cried a little before the CT scan because my mum left for a bit and I was alone and the hospital’s wifi disapproves of tumblr. Thankfully I was able to get on LiveJournal, and I cried a little while finally updating that damn thing.
And I cried when the doctor told me that it wasn’t appendicitis. Instead, it was a pretty big cyst on my right ovary. What the cyst is doing is twisting my ovary around, which is blocking the blood flow coming from my Fallopian tubes.
In short: it hurts like a bitch, it’s 2 inches long, and I need to have surgery to get it removed or there’ll be problems down the line.
I have to go down to get my surgery scheduled and have an ultrasound tomorrow morning. I’m supposed to get it removed sometime this week, but that’s not a lot of comfort because I am scared as all fuck.
It’s benign, yeah, but still. I’m a naturally nervous person and this is… well, I’m overwhelmed.
To make matters worse, my aunt is in a Cleveland hospital, and she’s in a coma. My uncle is there and is understandably terrified, so my mum is going to drive out there sometime this week to support him. She’d go out there now, but I need her. Which is horrible and I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it except try to help her out.
And, of course, my dad is no use. He did call my mum back before we got the results of my CT, but all he had to say was, “I know you need my help, but I need you to help me, too.” And he said this after he knew that I was in the hospital. He didn’t even ask how I was.
I am just emotionally drained right now. I’m going to sign off and try to get a few hours of sleep.