I cannot believe school is starting next week! Before the Outer Banks trip, I was completely ready to go back. I was going to have my one final awesome vacation, then get back into the groove this week, get all my stuff ready, and be set to go. But this whole cyst thing has really messed everything up. I didn't really get my nice vacation and this week has been a roller coaster so I really haven't done the preparing I needed to do. Though, I did manage to pay all my bills today!
I just feel like this whole summer was not easy to get through. June I spent decompressing after a really long and busy semester. After Colorado I was revived and ready to go. But then I had my back problems start up, as well as everything with Mom. And many divorce things plus a sick grandmother. Then August came around and I really felt like I was becoming myself again. We were really busy though, so it was all kind of a blur. Then this happened. Plus my aunt just had another preemie. The summer was just a whirlwind, in so many ways.
It's a long weekend though. We don't have any plans, but I am determined to have at least some fun. It may take some doing to keep my stomach calm, my back from aching, and my mood in check, but it must be done.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The Hospital Story
Ok, here it is for people who don't already know.
The vacation was going great. We went to the beach on Monday and the waves were really small. Which meant I actually spent a good deal of time in the water. Waves + Messa usually = badness. So I try not to really swim in the ocean much. So Monday was great. Tuesday we played putt-putt and I actually didn't do too bad. This was surprising. We also went out to dinner and did some other random driving around/seeing things. And of course there was some beer and Wii.
Well Wednesday it was cloudy but not raining so we went back to the beach. No one got in the water as it was way too cold (John at least tested it for us). So everyone was just lounging. We brought the grill, so we made some burgers. Well, I wasn't feeling very well. But it was just kind of icky and I thought I had pulled a muscle or something. Then my back starting hurting. But I still ate and stuff so I figured it was nothing bad.
By 7:00 we were home, I had taken a nap, and I couldn't move. I called Mom in tears and she said to go to the ER. Well, I was really stubborn and still thought I had just slept funny or pulled something. Since everything, back and abdomen, hurt, I didn't think it was my appendix or anything. That would have been more localized.
John came down at 11 and I was still trying to sleep. I must have dozed off a bit because I woke up at midnight with a high fever, vomiting, and almost passed out a few times. Of course as soon as he could get me out the door, John was taking me to the emergency room.
But we didn't know where the hospital was. Yay GPS! Well, the ER was not really fun. I had blood work and stuff. And they did get me started on pain meds asap, but I was still sick to my stomach and the meds only did so much. And I didn't sleep at first because I had to go get a CT scan. Had to wait 90 minutes after I drank the contrast for that. Then I was so worried about having to have surgery that I couldn't sleep while waiting on the doctor to read the scan.
Turns out I had a cyst on my ovary that ruptured. I was sent home with a lot of pain meds and told to rest. Which I did.
The rest of my trip was pretty much spent in bed. I did venture out to the beach on Friday. John had to help me walk and all I did was sit in a chair. Pain meds were needed so I was sleepy the entire time. And Sunday we wandered around some but I had to walk really slow and rest a lot and take pills. It took a lot out of me.
I'm doing pretty good now. The pain is almost all gone. I'm still really weak but I think that's going away. I'm kind of insane though. I'll start crying for no reason and I'm having hot flashes. Stupid hormones! I really thought I had a fever before, but no...I'm just out of control. It's not fun. And I actually had the on-call doctor tell me I'm just depressed and should see a shrink. Um, or I have a hormone imbalance that caused an abnormal cyst and is now causing PMS systems times 100. Whatever doctor lady.
I see my doctor on Tues of next week. We'll probably go back to birth control and try to not have this happen again. Of course, my family has a history of not so fun cysts. My aunt had them for years-really painful ones, and my other aunt had some condition that can cause infertility, and my great-grandmother had ovarian cancers...so here's to hoping this was just a fluke and doesn't become a chronic problem.
The vacation was going great. We went to the beach on Monday and the waves were really small. Which meant I actually spent a good deal of time in the water. Waves + Messa usually = badness. So I try not to really swim in the ocean much. So Monday was great. Tuesday we played putt-putt and I actually didn't do too bad. This was surprising. We also went out to dinner and did some other random driving around/seeing things. And of course there was some beer and Wii.
Well Wednesday it was cloudy but not raining so we went back to the beach. No one got in the water as it was way too cold (John at least tested it for us). So everyone was just lounging. We brought the grill, so we made some burgers. Well, I wasn't feeling very well. But it was just kind of icky and I thought I had pulled a muscle or something. Then my back starting hurting. But I still ate and stuff so I figured it was nothing bad.
By 7:00 we were home, I had taken a nap, and I couldn't move. I called Mom in tears and she said to go to the ER. Well, I was really stubborn and still thought I had just slept funny or pulled something. Since everything, back and abdomen, hurt, I didn't think it was my appendix or anything. That would have been more localized.
John came down at 11 and I was still trying to sleep. I must have dozed off a bit because I woke up at midnight with a high fever, vomiting, and almost passed out a few times. Of course as soon as he could get me out the door, John was taking me to the emergency room.
But we didn't know where the hospital was. Yay GPS! Well, the ER was not really fun. I had blood work and stuff. And they did get me started on pain meds asap, but I was still sick to my stomach and the meds only did so much. And I didn't sleep at first because I had to go get a CT scan. Had to wait 90 minutes after I drank the contrast for that. Then I was so worried about having to have surgery that I couldn't sleep while waiting on the doctor to read the scan.
Turns out I had a cyst on my ovary that ruptured. I was sent home with a lot of pain meds and told to rest. Which I did.
The rest of my trip was pretty much spent in bed. I did venture out to the beach on Friday. John had to help me walk and all I did was sit in a chair. Pain meds were needed so I was sleepy the entire time. And Sunday we wandered around some but I had to walk really slow and rest a lot and take pills. It took a lot out of me.
I'm doing pretty good now. The pain is almost all gone. I'm still really weak but I think that's going away. I'm kind of insane though. I'll start crying for no reason and I'm having hot flashes. Stupid hormones! I really thought I had a fever before, but no...I'm just out of control. It's not fun. And I actually had the on-call doctor tell me I'm just depressed and should see a shrink. Um, or I have a hormone imbalance that caused an abnormal cyst and is now causing PMS systems times 100. Whatever doctor lady.
I see my doctor on Tues of next week. We'll probably go back to birth control and try to not have this happen again. Of course, my family has a history of not so fun cysts. My aunt had them for years-really painful ones, and my other aunt had some condition that can cause infertility, and my great-grandmother had ovarian cancers...so here's to hoping this was just a fluke and doesn't become a chronic problem.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Outer Banks Hospital
I'm tired and need to go lie down with more pain killers, so for now this is all you get about my vacation:
Although the Outer Banks Hospital is very nice, I don't really want to go back there.
While lying on the beach high on pain killers is an experience, I'd much rather not be on pain killers and have the strength to get in the water.
Although the Outer Banks Hospital is very nice, I don't really want to go back there.
While lying on the beach high on pain killers is an experience, I'd much rather not be on pain killers and have the strength to get in the water.
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