Monday, June 8, 2009
I spent the night in the emergency room and all I got were these lousy bruises
The first week of my summer vacation did not exactly start as planned. Sunday night I started having major pain in my lower abdomen. It felt as though my uterus was falling out of my body while at the same time, someone was shoving a pipe up my rectum.
Was that too much information?
It brought me to my knees and I commenced to writhing on the floor in a sweaty, sobbing heap of misery. We called my mom, she got in the car, and started the 30 minute drive. I decided I couldn't wait 30 minutes and had my husband's cousin come sit at the house with the sleeping children while my hubby drove me to the ER.
We arrived at the ER at 10:30 Sunday night. We had a lovely nurse who informed me I had "small vein syndrome." She messed and messed and declared my veins too small to work with. (I found it ironic that the ONLY small thing on my body is my veins. Hmpf.) After 2 failed attempts at starting an IV, another nurse came in and finally got one started.
When I finally calmed down, the nice doctor came in and pushed on my abdomen, asking if it hurt. I am pretty sure when I grunted, yelled, and pushed his arm away, he knew the answer.
After an x-ray, regular CT scan, downing 3 huge bottles of contrasting liquid, another CT scan, and multiple trips to the restroom, I was finally dismissed at 5:30 a.m. with the diagnosis of a ruptured ovarian cyst.
I didn't get much sleep, obviously. But at least I had a hospital bed/cart. My poor hubby sat on a chair with his head against a metal filing cabinet for the 7 hour visit. Luckily we were able to get home and get in a couple hours of sleep before the kids woke up.
I am still sore and have such a bloated, heavy, full stomach. Cole was so sweet when he first woke up, announcing he would do everything for me today. The second thing I asked him to do for me?
"Why do I have to do everything around here?!"
Back to reality. I have a feeling it's going to be a l-o-n-g summer.