Mother's Day.....in the ER

So Sunday morning I woke up and my stomach was hurting. Not really new since I have IBS. As I continued getting ready for church the pain started to get more intense. I was getting frustrated cause it was Mother's Day, and I didn't want to miss Kassi singing in Sacrament Meeting. I couldn't take it anymore and had to lie down. Brad was like,"What should we do? Do you need to go to the ER?" I DID NOT want to go to the ER. I hate going there. I told Brad to just go to church. I had a primary class he would have to teach, and he just got put in as Young Men's President and had to teach, so he couldn't miss that. He was really hesitant to leave but I insisted.

By the time he got home from church it felt as though someone was slicing open my abdomen. I have never been in pain like this before(besides labor). He rushed me to the ER. Thank goodness my wonderful sister Laura came to the ER to get Kassi. I have to say. I just don't get the ER. I know life threatening emergencies come first, obviously, but what about all the other people sitting in the ER? It's first come first serve. I was sitting there doubled over in pain, bawling like a baby, everyone staring at me, and they were letting people who had colds go before me. I was hoping, praying that someone would be nice enough to let me go before them, but that didn't happen. I guess I was only waiting for probably about 45 min or so, but when you are in such severe pain, that seems like forever.

I finally get back there and they get me a room. In walk a nurse and someone observing them. They want to get blood and put in an IV. Finally, I thought. Some pain meds. Well, the nurse sticks me in one arm. Oops, missed it and burst a vain. On to the next arm. Oops, missed again. Don't you love that? They miss it, yet they continue to dig around hoping to find another? What's a little more pain to add to the rest I'm feeling? Then he has the nerve to say,"Man, this is really hurting my ego." Really? Well this is really hurting my arm ya JERK! He then gets the IV in my hand. I soon found out he put it in the most sensitive vain in my hand.

He leaves the room. The Dr comes in. Sweetest guy, ever. NOT! This Dr had no personality. Talks to me a bit, and finally tells me he's gonna get me some pain meds. He leaves. We wait. And wait. And wait. Brad is a pretty patient guy, but he was pissed. He went out twice to see what the hold up was. Finally, sweet relief. They brought the morphine in.

Anyway, this is turning into a much longer story than I anticipated, as usual. They did ultrasounds and catscans(sp?) and determined I had an ovarian cyst burst. Sounds so simple, yet is so painful. They kept me for awhile longer to make sure there wouldn't be any internal bleeding and they wouldn't have to do surgery.

Finally at 11pm I was released. Not too happy with my experience at the IMC, but I guess it could've been much worse. This week has been pretty rough. When I was at the ER they said my white blood cell count was high. Come to find out I also have an UTI. So fun.

Anyway, I am on antibiotics and on the mend. I've missed out on several things I am totally bummed about,(Heber Camp) but I am just glad I am starting to feel like myself again. Plus Brad had gotten me a massage for Mother's Day. I can't wait for that! I'm sure it will complete the healing process. Hope you all had a wonderful Mother's day!