My First Night In the Emergency Room

How exciting right?? Last night was my first night that I can remember in the emergency room. I had just got done volunteering at the Hospital actually (how ironic), and was driving home when I started getting really bad abdominal pain. I tried to ignore it at first, but as I kept driving it got worse. By the time I was at Pioneer Park, I was praying frantically that Heavenly Father would help me drive the rest of the way home safely. I made it home, and stumbled into the house, barely able to walk. It was the weirdest, most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life. My low abdomen was absolutely killing me. My mom called my dad and they decided that first they would take me to the insta-care. But there was one problem now: I couldn't walk, in fact I could hardly stand. So my mom rushed to pick up my dad from work so that he could come help me into our car. Tanner was so cute, he came over and held my hand while I cried helplessly, doubled over. As soon as they got back, my dad helped me into the car, and we drove over to Alpine Pediatrics' after hours clinic. As soon as I walked in the doctor came over and told us that we should probably just go to the emergency room. So we climbed back into the car and headed over to the hospital. As soon as they got me admitted, they took me to a room and told me to pee in a cup. I HATE PEEING IN CUPS. I get stage fright so bad. I know that sounds stupid, but I really have issues going when someone tells me I have to go. I swear there must be an easier way that does not involve catheters. Maybe someday I will invent it. But I did it eventually, wahoo!! On to the next task. Taking my blood and having me hooked up to an IV. This I can handle. In fact, I would way rather have my blood taken than have to pee in a stupid cup. And while I am complaining about the hospital, can I just say that those hospital gowns are quite possibly the most revealing things ever??? They do not offer privacy at all. Honestly though, at that point I didn't even care. My pain was far greater than my embarrassment. Okay, I am done complaining now... My nurse came in and gave me warm blankets and morphine. I just want to say thank heaven for narcotics. It helped dull the pain quite a bit, to the point where I could rest. After a little while the radiologist came in and told me that it was time for my ultra-sound. He asked me if my bladder was full again from the IV fluid. I told him I thought it was, so off to the ultra-sound room we went. OUCH. The ultra-sound hurt. And do you want to hear something kind of funny? About half way through he looked at me and said, "Your bladder is actually too full, it is blocking my view, so I need you to go into that room and go about half way and then come back out." Of course, I thought to myself. Why wouldn't this doctor tell me to go pee too? So I did as I was told. (I am getting pretty good at peeing on demand, actually.) And the rest of the ultra-sound went just fine. I went back to my room and got to rest again. I was actually quite comfortable when another doctor came in and told me that they needed to run a cat scan. So I agreed and we went down to the cat scan room. Now, if any of you have had a cat scan on your lower abdomen, you know just what I had to do. And for those of you who have not, pray that you never have to :) It was not the funnest experience I have ever had. Thank heaven my mom was with me. I felt like a little girl again, holding her hand and telling her that I was a little bit scared. But she told me everything would be fine and I made it through! It all came to an end after that, and the final analysis was... I have a cyst on my ovary. And it looks like it did some internal bleeding. But that is just about all the ER doctors knew, so we are going to make a visit to the Gynecologist sometime this week (yay). I am so glad to be home, even though the morphine made me extremely sick, and I don't know how long it will last. My body does not react to anesthetic very well. I am a little sore, but all in all I am doing much better. Sorry this is such a long post, but I wanted to remember the experience, so I wrote it all down. And that is the end of my first ER experience.