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July 10, 2002
Just a word to the wise, this is a long entry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July! Wish I could say that my mini-vacation was actually a vacation! I did manage one thing though, I didn't pack a single box!
A trip to the ER
Let me begin by saying, this vacation/time off was a terrible time and it started that way from the beginning. When I woke up Wednesday, I wasn’t feeling so great. Couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, just felt blah. As the day progressed, I started having terrible pains in my lower stomach but I couldn’t exactly say where they were coming from. After about 2 hours and pain so bad I was going to pass out, Brendan rushed me off to the hospital thinking it was appendicitis. The ER people of course took there sweet old time and got around to calling me back after about 2 hours- only after several other people waiting in the ER complained because I looked near death. They started out by taking some blood and said that they would be back in 20 minutes to get a urine sample and to hook up an IV and to give me some pain medicine. About an hour later, the doctor wandered in asking the same questions all 3 other people did and said he wanted to do a pelvic. I about lost it- why? If they thought it was my appendix, do I need a pelvic exam?? The doctor explained that it was routine and I told him that I would have to deny his request until he could tell me it wasn’t my appendix. First of all, I was in so much pain, there was no way I was having anyone routing around inside of me just because it was routine. So off they sent me to have an ultrasound and there it was discovered that I had an ovarian cyst that was 11cm in size and I also had a fibroid. The ER doc then explained that I probably had one that had ruptured and that was what was causing the pain. So after about 5 hours, they released me and said that I needed to go to the gyn on Friday. So Friday I am off to the doctors with all the ER reports in hand. Never once, did I look at the reports and read them. I get to the gyn and tell her everything that happened and she goes off with my reports. She comes back about 5 minutes later and asked me to again explain what I was told in the ER. She looks over the reports and told me that I must have the wrong reports because the report she has said that I have ovulatory pain caused from releasing between 6 and 8 measurable sized follicles! I about lost it, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She asked me when the last time I had sex and told me that she would pray for the best. A part of me was glad that it wasn’t a cyst, but I was also pissed because had they have told me the real cause of my pain, I would have gone home and bd all weekend long!
A fight with a bee and I lost
I hate bees, I hate them so much, I get freaked when they are even near me. My fear stems from being told as a small child that I was severely allergic to them and that if I ever got stung, I would need to go to the ER immediately. So needless to say, I don’t like to be around areas that are frequently visited by bees- I hate flowering bushes or anything that will attract them.
So on Thursday, I was sitting out on my parents back deck trying to recover from Wednesday when my niece announced that she was going swimming and I had to watch her. My mom has this rule that no one regardless of age is ever allowed in the pool by themselves. So my niece proceeded off to the pool area and announced that the walkway was too hot to walk on could I go get the hose and spray it. Being the nice aunt that I am, I trotted off through the house and out the front door. My dad was in the front lawn watering the plants so I asked him to bring the hose around back. No keep in mind this, I was walking on cement- I never even touched the grass. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in the arch of my foot and I feel to the ground- I literally thought I had stepped on glass or something and my foot was torn open. That is how bad it hurt! Low and behold, there was a bee stuck to my foot. I immediately panicked knowing that I was going to be in trouble within minutes. I screamed for my dad who ran over saw what was happening and dialed 911. Within about 30 seconds, my breathing was labored and I was started to feel like I would pass out. Thank goodness my mom has a neighbor that is a paid EMT and had his ambulance home with him for the afternoon and on his truck was a bee sting kit. He gave me the shot and within a few minutes, I started feeling better! Wow, now I know why I hate those bees!
A scare
After the first couple days I had, I just felt like I didn’t’ want to leave the house at all. Brendan finally convinced me to go shopping because he needed some new work pants and Macy’s was having a sale. I told him I didn’t want to leave the house, I felt like something would happen. He told me that if I go, he would take me to my favorite store and buy me some new duds! Now what girl can resist a trip to Ann Taylor and your husband’s expense? So off we went. Brendan decided that he would take me to AT and let me pick out everything I wanted and then I would call him on the cell phone and he would come pay for it all. He said that he was starving and was going to the food court to get a snack and sit and read his book. He knows that when I go to AT, it can be a lengthy stay. After I was done trying everything on, I went down to the food court. I walked around and around and couldn’t find him so I headed back to AT thinking we had missed each other. As I was making my way back upstairs, there was this big commotion in the food court- apparently some young punk had robbed a guy in the men’s room and beat him up. I immediately went to the pay phone and call Brendan and got his voice mail. No I was panicked. I walked up and down from the food court to the area where AT was and even walked out to the car several times. Anyone who ever frequents the mall I was in (Pentagon City Mall) would understand how easy it is to get separated from someone. This mall is hug- about 4 floors and tons of stores. After about 40 minutes, I went to the pay phone and called my mom and asked them to keep calling Brendan on their other line – I was near tears. I went to security and made a report and asked if they could tell me anything about the person that was robbed- I feared this was Brendan. An hour passed and I was near frantic by this time- I was about to lose it. I called my parents back hoping and praying that they had found him when mom said, he is on the phone, he is waiting in the food court. I ran down all 3 flights of escalator to get to him and flew into his arms crying. People around must have thought I was a freak. He said that he had been sitting in the same spot the entire time and had just starting wondering about me when he realized that his phone was turned off. He called and checked his messages and had about 10 from me and at least that many from my parents. He felt so bad, he bought all my finds at AT and then took me to Victoria’s Secret to get some new undergarments to match my new clothes!
So, that was my exciting vacation. Now I need more time off to recover!
Hugs to all
J
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