I work full time at a hospital. Which means that I generally like to avoid the hospital completely on my time off. So it’s going to take a lot to make me actually head back there a mere 3 1/2 hours after I get off work.
Unfortunately for me, that’s exactly what happened on Thursday night, thanks to my lovely ovaries (feel weird reading about my ovaries?? Well then you just might want to stop reading now).
By Thursday I had been feeling pretty extreme pain in my right lower abdomen on and off for a few days now. But hubs had been awesome and he made me a heating pad out of a pair of his socks and some rice (which, FYI is super easy, cheap and effective!) and this was working just fine. As a matter of fact, me and mister sock were growing quite attached over the last few days, he even curled up with me in bed at night to help me fall asleep.
Husband was, of course, a little worried about my pain where as I was all like, “oh yes, totally normal, ha ha, it’s not a big deal that I can’t even stand up straight without passing out with pain..all is well!”
Then came Thursday night. After a 5 mile run with the running club (I’m still not really sure how I made it through that…) I was about to throw up and pass out from pain and nausea at the same time. I casually asked the girls how to know the difference between ovarian cramps and something a little more extreme, like appendicitis. “Ha ha, no worries! I might just be dying as we speak!”
About an hour later, after trying to convince hubs that I really was okay, as I doubled over in a hot shower (because there was no way I was going to the ER all sweaty and smelly) I finally gave up and headed to the ER. (There may also have been a panicked, crying call home to my mom. Really, you’re never too old for your mother’s advice).
After spending 9 hours in the ER, here is what I learned:
- Although we tell kids that an IV feels like a “mosquito bite” we are totally lying. It feels more like it actually is, getting stabbed with a large needle.
- After they take 6 large vials of blood from your body, and you haven’t eaten a meal since noon, you most likely will almost pass out when you next stand up.
- The three cups of contrast they make you drink before a CT scan is really not that bad. I have spent HOURS trying to
trickconvince kinds to drink this stuff, but had never really tasted it myself. Next time I’m totally telling them to buck up and chug and stop being a wimp. (Kidding. Maybe)
- Men know nothing about ovaries. Thus, when a doctor tells you that, after having a large cyst burst, you might feel some “discomfort” will make you want to punch them in the face.