A Stones Throw From the Hospital

While in the ER, before I was admitted, on May 24TH, they put me through a series of tests to determine what was causing the pain. One being a cat scan. That's how they discovered that my colon was swollen. Colitis.

They also found, incidentally, a 4mm "spot" on my left kidney. Nothing to jump around and scream and cry about at the time. Possibly just scar tissue, or perhaps a stone, or who knows.

Hmmm.
I vote for the stone.
Why?

This morning I woke up, pee'd, or is it, peeduh, or just peed, and suddenly had this crazy ass pain in my lower back. On my left side. Did I mention this 4mm spot is on my left kidney?

So as of right now, after drinking lots of water, not having any pain with peeing, and some (2 darvocets) pain medicine, it's not improving. I feel sick to my stomach, weak, and I've got the usual suspects of diarrhea (diahaahaa). So now, I am waiting for the on call doctor that I just paged, to call me back to tell me what to do.

Never ends.

Did I mention that I have a B.I.G. Interview with the hospital tomorrow morning, for a position in the ICU department? Go figure.

The good news is that my very close friend that lost her baby at 22 weeks, last year on June 26TH (you may remember I wrote about it around that time), is being induced tonight (well, her water will be broken tonight, the pitocen will begin tomorrow)!!! At the same hospital that I will be interviewing at, tomorrow. She'll be pushing for a baby, and I'll be pushing for a job.

At the same hospital where my brother and I were, four weeks ago.

Hopefully I won't be joining her in delivering something at the same hospital where my 10am three person interview is, tomorrow. I don't want to be a stones throw away from 4cms in size, no offense.

never fails.

Ovary Zero Cyst One

Instead of having a girls night playing flashlight tag and ghost in the graveyard with a bunch of wino'd up mommies from my son's school, I spent the evening in a boxing match.




Instead of sharing my famous homemade chocolate chip cookies with my favorite mommies from Jack's school, while drinking wine and playing ghost in the graveyard and flashlight tag for our monthly girls night out, I got my ass kicked by a follicular cyst.




Just after I picked up Jackson from school I got this "pain" on my left side. Thinking it was gas from all the samples of cookie dough I'd tested while making cookies for my girls night out evening, I ignored it. Until I got punched by it again and again, and suddenly it felt as though a piece of me were laying on a very hot beach somewhere.


Too hot too touch, and when touched the pain heightened upon release of the area in question.



I knew this wasn't Pam's usual routine. So, off we go to Urgent care.


Urgent care determines that I'm not pregnant, as well as determines that I have been wiping the right way, there is no urinary tract infection, but they also see that my white blood cell count is raised, I'm in pain, the belly region is tender with palpitations and I'm in pain. They determine that I must be sent to the Emergency room.



Not before giving me a shot in my ass of dilaudid, which within 15minutes, I had awful pressure in my chest. The EKG is taken, my heart rate is well over 100something and my blood pressure was erratic. I was having a hard time swallowing and I felt quite faint.



A reaction. After more monitoring with the heart rate, it's determined that I'm safe to be transferred to Central Dupage Hospital.



There, in the Emergency Room, I'm seen by a rude ass nurse, questioned many times on the "one a scale of one to ten,.." and poked and prodded.



After IVs, Toradol,(which did nothing for me but give me stomach irritation), more blood draws and an ultrasound they discover fluid hanging out just beyond my abdomen near my ovaries.



I had a cyst.
But it ruptured and was no longer present, just the fluid was left over hanging around.




It wasn't the usual culprits, because remember, cysts rupture every month, the normal ones we just don't feel. This one, yes, wasn't usual. This one was more like, powie owie!



So more shots in my ass for antibiotics *just in case,* more Dilaudid with Benedryl this time, another reaction expect this particular bitch of a nurse just said, "it's part of the pain medicine. Sure, it was, until I could barely swallow and then out came the EKG's and more monitoring because my body is just quite sensitive to this. This was a very small dose too. Grrr.




Finally, "feeling" like I was at a pain level of about 3, I'm able to go home.
Start time of match: 6:00pm
End time: 3:30something am.


I get home and head immediately to the fridge for some left over fried chicken and some chocolate chip cookies for healing.



It was a very long night, there's nothing that can be done after the rupture, it's just fluid and nothing with teeth or blood filled, so I'm able to go home.

Thankfully.

But I'm tired and in pain and just.frustrated.

The good news is Mothers Day leisure starts one day early for me, and my darling husband, Brian, presented me with an early Mother's day present; THE SHACK! I cannot wait to read it!

Happy Mothers Day to Everyone!



*an ultrasound example of a follicular cyst* (not mine, the doctor wouldn't let me take home pictures for a show and share session.) At least he wasn't as big of a bitch as the cold hearted nurse was...dumb broad.




The cyst won this time, but next time I'll make certain that my Ovary sucker punches the cyst right out of ovarian park.

Blue colored Mimi Instincts

It's been some weekend.

Hell, screw weekend, it's been some week! Everything that has happened has led us to Sunday, in a wierd way. With decision making and good ones for that matter, at least until the jags of Sunday night.

Everything I just experienced this past week, I have never experienced it before, ever. That lightbulb sentence came to me after I sat down to type whatever it was I was going to type after being on only 2-3 hours of sleep this past weekend due to an emergency with my wattle budgie Benny beegee Beaver baby ...

Yes, I am exhausted, and thankfully home, but will be silent for a few days (minutes) as for right now my rems require me over Written words. I will say this, upon arriving at the end of that first sentence at the beginning of the post, after a flash of events stridoring through my head, an inhale of memories in my brain, I realized that has bad as everything could have been, speaking about the events that occurred at the many different defining moments of this weekend in particular, were all necessary to get me to "here." To help me arrive to the place that I was intended to be at.

Yes, there was frustration and drama, but I must look at it as though that was required in order to get me back here.
Home.

My Home.

Ben's home.

Ben's bed.

Sunday night, thankfully with my Ben.

Now I shall be silent.

So that my little Ben may get some rest.

Shhhhhhhh.

;0)

Thank-You