I almost ended up going to the ER last night. Around 8:30 I started to have pain on my R side near my Ovary, Gallbladder, or Apendix. At first I thought perhaps my spleen, but as any New York Ranger will tell you, that is on your left behind your stomach. They will also tell you can live without it, but you are now more prone to infection as a result…but I digress, back to me. The pain, it wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t walk, but it was a constant, and then progressively got worse.
Me, being Dr. Susan decided to do an external exam and started pushing on the area. This is incredibly stupid I realize now. If it were say a hot apendix there is risk of rupture, and it wasn’t like I was being gentle. No, I was pushing. When I didn’t feel any pallapable masses I decided that perhaps it was the gallbladder. After all my mother and sister have both had theirs removed, and they were about my age when it happened. So logic could dictate gallbladder. Ah, but then there is the thought of that pesky extra uterine pregnancy. This is when I finally decided to tell Jacob that I was having pain. He logically asked the following: Why did I think my fallopian tube was about to explode? Did I have a fever? How bad was pain? Do you want to go to the hospital? Answers: I just know. No, I don’t have a fever. I am a perfect 98.4 The pain is bad enough for me to tell you about it, but not so bad that I think I am going to die, yet. No, let me go to the bathroom and then to bed. Come check me shortly and make sure that I am not dead. I am serious. This was how I handle emergencies.
I went to the bathroom and discovered that my bleeding had quickened its pace, it was once again flow. Then I had a similar feeling like I did last Wednesday when I passed the placenta and baby. So I “pushed” and sure enough out comes a triangular shaped piece of tissue. I couldn’t catch it in time to examine it, and I was not about to fish in the toilet for it. Then, just like before the spasm or what ever you would like to call it was over and I went to bed.
This morning I am still bleeding. No surprise there…I am telling you its is NEVER going to end. I am going to be wearing Depends in what ever nursing home my nephews and niece hide me in. The poor staff is going to be changing a post menopausal woman who is still bleeding. Mark my words. My Nuva Ring is going to atrifie in the refridgerator, and the remaining Follistim, Ganirelix, and Ovidrel is going to begin to ferment. Trust me.
Anyway…I did check my cervix today, and it is finally low, hard and closed. So maybe what ever had to come out last night was the last. If nothing else, at least going to the hospital was an almost, and not a certainty. So perhaps there are a few small miracles left in the world…