Foiled!
I had such big plans for the rest of this week, and for this weekend. There was to be plenty of knitting, shopping for swap gifts, finishing up my bag for the Harry Potter Sock Kit Swap, and visiting with Knitxcore at some point this weekend.
But then yesterday happened. I woke up in a lot of pain. I brushed it off thinking it was extremely bad cramps, and attempted to get ready for work. About an hour later, the pain had grown worse, so I called the boss and let him know I would be a little late. I took some Midol and laid down with the heating pad in hopes that the pain would just pass. I'll spare you all the details of the morning, but by lunch I was begging Joe to just kill me already. Nothing was helping with the pain and I wasn't feeling anywhere near well. We decided that he should take me to the emergency room.
After eight of the longest hours of my life, I was sent home with a diagnosis, and told I was on strict bed rest. I was also advised to come back to the ER in the morning and told that when the rest of my labs came back later that night, they would give me a call.
In the end, I decided not to go back to the Emergency room today since my white blood cell count came back normal, and to instead make an appointment with my primary care doctor. I was still advised to be on bedrest, given a prescription to help with the pain, and was told that if the pain got worse, or I broke out in a fever to get to the ER as soon as possible. I was also told that I needed more labs run and some invasive tests run to get more details on what they already know.
And what is it that they already know? The sonogram showed one cyst on my right ovary, and the CAT Scan showed more cystic activity on the left, the CAT scan also showed free flowing fluid which means that I had a few cysts that burst.
I have to say this whole ordeal was a bit scary, and I wish it was over already, but it's not. In a way it's also a relief because it explains a lot of the health related issues I've had over the last year or so.
The worst part of all of this however is being stuck in bed. I can't concentrate enough to knit, read, cross stitch, or etc., and I hate laying around feeling useless.
But then yesterday happened. I woke up in a lot of pain. I brushed it off thinking it was extremely bad cramps, and attempted to get ready for work. About an hour later, the pain had grown worse, so I called the boss and let him know I would be a little late. I took some Midol and laid down with the heating pad in hopes that the pain would just pass. I'll spare you all the details of the morning, but by lunch I was begging Joe to just kill me already. Nothing was helping with the pain and I wasn't feeling anywhere near well. We decided that he should take me to the emergency room.
After eight of the longest hours of my life, I was sent home with a diagnosis, and told I was on strict bed rest. I was also advised to come back to the ER in the morning and told that when the rest of my labs came back later that night, they would give me a call.
In the end, I decided not to go back to the Emergency room today since my white blood cell count came back normal, and to instead make an appointment with my primary care doctor. I was still advised to be on bedrest, given a prescription to help with the pain, and was told that if the pain got worse, or I broke out in a fever to get to the ER as soon as possible. I was also told that I needed more labs run and some invasive tests run to get more details on what they already know.
And what is it that they already know? The sonogram showed one cyst on my right ovary, and the CAT Scan showed more cystic activity on the left, the CAT scan also showed free flowing fluid which means that I had a few cysts that burst.
I have to say this whole ordeal was a bit scary, and I wish it was over already, but it's not. In a way it's also a relief because it explains a lot of the health related issues I've had over the last year or so.
The worst part of all of this however is being stuck in bed. I can't concentrate enough to knit, read, cross stitch, or etc., and I hate laying around feeling useless.
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9:16 AM
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