Sooo. I am in the hospital. Second day in a row. Two trips to ER ending up in two stays. For the same thing. Monday night I wake up with gripping pains in my stomach, did I just get stabbed with a poker? Day comes, no pain, night comes...pain, worse, end up at ER. They do a ton of tests, CT scans, Xrays, blood, urine all is normal except the patient who is in nonrelenting pain. They give me morphine, blessed morphine, pain stops. I'm admitted, get a room...no view. Morning comes all is well. I am released, pick up the pain prescription. Night falls, pain starts, take pills, nothing. Take another. Nothing. Now it feels as if I have been whacked with an ax right in the middle of my stomach. Another trip to ER. More tests. They send me up to the 3rd floor (which is okay, it's the baby ward!) Pain stops. More tests scheduled for tomorrow. I am hoping tonight is filled with nothing but sleep. After three days of no sleep and little to eat, I am bushed. So if you hear any screaming tonight, won't you please, come help me out here and remove the ax!
The weird thing (Twilight music here) it was EXACTLY one year to the day that I had stomach pains that sent me to the ER and they discovered my Ovarian mass. EXACTLY!
2 comments:
NO! Goodness, best wishes!
I hope you're quickly diagnosed with a benign condition - you've gone through a lot the past year and deserve better.
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