ER Visits

So today we were going about our merry way of dying eggs and making paper mache easter baskets for the Easter Bunny to come and fill for us tomorrow morning.

When out of the blue I start feeling a little nauseous and some sharp pain in my upper abdomen.  So I go and get some crackers and tell Lance I am going to lay down for a little bit to see if this will going away.

30 minutes later the pain has moved to the lower right quadrant of my abdomen and I am hunched over in excruciating pain.  I cant move.  Sitting is BAD, laying down was WAY too painful, and standing? Forget it.  I finally ended on the knee chest position (or the tripod position or aka get on your knees and elbows and stick that toosh in the air).  I was starting to get extremely nauseous and could only breathe shallow breaths.

After and hour of this nonsense I called the doctor on call to see if I should wait this out or head to the dreaded ER.  Of course to my chagrine she said go to the ER just to rule out apedicitis and gall stones.

So I called my amazing friend and asked in all her seriously busy life of her husband being gone and trying to finish a lesson for church the next day with 3 small kids. ( I know right? I am such a horrible friend) But I was in a lot of pain and couldn't think straight.  I thought we would be there for 3 hours tops.

After waiting forever and ever and hearing everyone around me's personal health history.  (that violated all kinds of HIPPA laws) Plus hearing some expletives from the professionals themselves because they had difficult patients.

Anywho after: a painful IV and tons of blood taken, a pelvic exam, a painful examination of pushing on my stomach and asking "does this hurt does this hurt?", an external and internal ultrasound, and then a follow up appointment made for me in 48 hours, and 8 hours later I was told that MOST LIKELY I had an ovarian cyst burst.

Then ending with Lance saying OH YEAH all of your symptoms make complete sense now because that it was it feels like to get hit in the testicles! Great I am so glad I now know how it feels to get hit int he testicles.  Except I am still feeling the stinkin pain 9 hours later... Freaking ovaries...

So, I guess I am glad that I was able to be helped and I am REALLY glad I didn't have appendicitis and ruin our only spring break that we will ever have until Lance gets a real job and our kids are old enough to have a spring break...

All-in-All it was a successful day (except for the fact that I totally didn't get the easter baskets made...