Post by Demarion on Feb 17, 2010 1:31:00 GMT -5
Because I had to make mention of it and now you're asking.
I'd like to start by saying, if you're squeamish about needles and the like, maybe don't read, since I'm not and I tend to like to go into all the gory details. Also I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me, I'm just reiterating what happened. If you wanna sympathize, go ahead. xD
All right, let's start with my medical history.
Last year in January I started having stomach pain. It was like being hungry, but the only thing to eat was fire ants, so I did so, and thus my stomach was in a lot of pain. I had a few bad episodes at least once a month about... 9 out of 12 months last year. I tried many things to fix it, diet changes, taking vitamins to aid with stomach lining, etc. At first my doctor (and I) thought it was an ulcer but the antibiotics meant to fix that didn't help (I took em for about three months). It always took a while to get in with my doctor, and then get decent results, that eventually I just learned to deal with it (heating pad for four hours, and I'm allll good).
Eventually I had a gastroscopy done (in November), which is where they send a camera down into your stomach, and the result of that was gastritis, which seemed WAY more mild then my pain indicated but whatever. (This was also when a got the biggest bruise on my arm because some nurse thought my veins were her personal digging ground. Bruise shown, plus more details here.)
Now, this past weekend.
Friday night I wake up at about quarter to three and wonder what's going on and why I can't sleep. It takes my brain a while to realize that my lower abdomen (crotch area) is in a TON of pain. I roll out of bed and hobble to the bathroom to see if it'll fix it. I'm slightly nauseous, but as it's been in the past, I can't throw up. I roll around on my bed whimpering for a while before limping downstairs (it hurt to walk) and waking up my parents. My dad rushed me to town (we live about 5 minutes away from the city) and to the emergency ward. Typical hospital stuff happened, nurse took vitals, drew blood, before the doc saw me. The doctor on call (I thanked my lucky stars he was English speaking D: ) poked me in a few places (My insides gurgled at one point and I laughed), checked the results from my bloodwork, and deemed it as a ruptured ovarian cyst.
Cysts can develop anywhere on the body, and the most common in woman are on the ovaries. They're normal, and most women have them. They occur during ovulation (in between periods) and sometimes they're painful, but the pain subsides (I realize now that it was the cyst) or, in my case, it'll rupture, spilling irritating fluid and playing hell on the lower insides. It hurt for me to walk, move, go to the bathroom, etc.
The doctor gave me a shot for the pain (it burned more then my ovaries), prescribed some T3s, and sent me on my way, saying my body will clear it up in a few days. I was home about 5AM.
The real trouble started on Saturday. About noon I thought I started feeling my gastritis acting up. I rolled my eyes, of COURSE it'll act up while my insides are in pain. I fetched a heating pad and resumed my spot on my bed. Around 2 I realized it wasn't going away. Neither was the pain in waves, like it usually is, but constant. I said a few vulgar words to myself, took some more T3s, and switched from a heating pad to a cooling pack.
5PM I was back in emerg with a very painful midsection. It was new pain to me, and coupled with my irritated intestines, I was writhing on that gurney they put me on. (The good news was that my doctor was on duty, and my mom and I cheered quietly at our little bit of good luck) More blood was taken from me (I now sported a hole in each arm), a makeshift ultrasound was done of my midsection, more poking and prodding, more questions (their favourites being "when was your last bowel movement" and "when was your last period"), until finally they decided they'd keep me overnight and they stabbed my left forearm with the IV and sent the painkillers through the tubes.
The hospital stay overall wasn't too bad. The observation ward is on the second floor, and it wasn't full. I didn't have a roommate, and no babies were being born in the maternity ward across the hall. I had a book with me, and snuck my cell phone in, and I was good. Since I pretty much took the offered sleeping pill right away on Saturday, I just had to survive Sunday.
6AM my nurse for the night came to take my temperature, then at 7 another nurse came to draw blood, bringing my arm hole count to two on each arm. Since I was on a clear fluids diet, get this, for breakfast, I got lemon jello. Normally, I like lemon jello. But at 830? After I had a sub-par sleep? No thank you. I turned over and went back to sleep.
I spent the whole day reading and staring into space. Surprisingly, staring into space wasn't so bad, but more on that later. My grandma visited me (she brought me chocolate. Leave it to grandmother's. "You unwell? HERE HAVE SOME CHOCOLATE"), so did my sister and her friends, whom I love. We had some good laughs, even though it hurt me to laugh. My parents came around 5PM, and I was feeling much much better. They got the nurse to bring me solid food (best sandwich of my life, let me tell you). Eventually they let me out, saying they'll call when an ultrasound is scheduled (they still would like to check out the size of the cyst), and to come back if the pain returns. It was figured that my stomach pain (it actually wasn't in my stomach, but more my bellybutton area, which is upper smaller intestine area) was due to the fluid from the cyst, causing an intestinal spasm, or it was some sort of virus or bug that decided to rear it's ugly head. Personally I think it was the T3s, but whatever.
Now my abdomen feels awesome, with just a bit of discomfort from my stomach area once in a while. They've got me taking Nexium, which is to reduce stomach acids. Hopefully this'll help with my gastritis, too. Unfortunately the pill makes me a bit high. I get really spaced out, and will find myself staring at nothing for sometimes ten minutes. My out-of-body feelings last about 16 hours, so I have to take it sometime around supper so I can function mostly at work.
Long story short: My ovary exploded and I'm okay now.
I'd like to start by saying, if you're squeamish about needles and the like, maybe don't read, since I'm not and I tend to like to go into all the gory details. Also I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me, I'm just reiterating what happened. If you wanna sympathize, go ahead. xD
All right, let's start with my medical history.
Last year in January I started having stomach pain. It was like being hungry, but the only thing to eat was fire ants, so I did so, and thus my stomach was in a lot of pain. I had a few bad episodes at least once a month about... 9 out of 12 months last year. I tried many things to fix it, diet changes, taking vitamins to aid with stomach lining, etc. At first my doctor (and I) thought it was an ulcer but the antibiotics meant to fix that didn't help (I took em for about three months). It always took a while to get in with my doctor, and then get decent results, that eventually I just learned to deal with it (heating pad for four hours, and I'm allll good).
Eventually I had a gastroscopy done (in November), which is where they send a camera down into your stomach, and the result of that was gastritis, which seemed WAY more mild then my pain indicated but whatever. (This was also when a got the biggest bruise on my arm because some nurse thought my veins were her personal digging ground. Bruise shown, plus more details here.)
Now, this past weekend.
Friday night I wake up at about quarter to three and wonder what's going on and why I can't sleep. It takes my brain a while to realize that my lower abdomen (crotch area) is in a TON of pain. I roll out of bed and hobble to the bathroom to see if it'll fix it. I'm slightly nauseous, but as it's been in the past, I can't throw up. I roll around on my bed whimpering for a while before limping downstairs (it hurt to walk) and waking up my parents. My dad rushed me to town (we live about 5 minutes away from the city) and to the emergency ward. Typical hospital stuff happened, nurse took vitals, drew blood, before the doc saw me. The doctor on call (I thanked my lucky stars he was English speaking D: ) poked me in a few places (My insides gurgled at one point and I laughed), checked the results from my bloodwork, and deemed it as a ruptured ovarian cyst.
Cysts can develop anywhere on the body, and the most common in woman are on the ovaries. They're normal, and most women have them. They occur during ovulation (in between periods) and sometimes they're painful, but the pain subsides (I realize now that it was the cyst) or, in my case, it'll rupture, spilling irritating fluid and playing hell on the lower insides. It hurt for me to walk, move, go to the bathroom, etc.
The doctor gave me a shot for the pain (it burned more then my ovaries), prescribed some T3s, and sent me on my way, saying my body will clear it up in a few days. I was home about 5AM.
The real trouble started on Saturday. About noon I thought I started feeling my gastritis acting up. I rolled my eyes, of COURSE it'll act up while my insides are in pain. I fetched a heating pad and resumed my spot on my bed. Around 2 I realized it wasn't going away. Neither was the pain in waves, like it usually is, but constant. I said a few vulgar words to myself, took some more T3s, and switched from a heating pad to a cooling pack.
5PM I was back in emerg with a very painful midsection. It was new pain to me, and coupled with my irritated intestines, I was writhing on that gurney they put me on. (The good news was that my doctor was on duty, and my mom and I cheered quietly at our little bit of good luck) More blood was taken from me (I now sported a hole in each arm), a makeshift ultrasound was done of my midsection, more poking and prodding, more questions (their favourites being "when was your last bowel movement" and "when was your last period"), until finally they decided they'd keep me overnight and they stabbed my left forearm with the IV and sent the painkillers through the tubes.
The hospital stay overall wasn't too bad. The observation ward is on the second floor, and it wasn't full. I didn't have a roommate, and no babies were being born in the maternity ward across the hall. I had a book with me, and snuck my cell phone in, and I was good. Since I pretty much took the offered sleeping pill right away on Saturday, I just had to survive Sunday.
6AM my nurse for the night came to take my temperature, then at 7 another nurse came to draw blood, bringing my arm hole count to two on each arm. Since I was on a clear fluids diet, get this, for breakfast, I got lemon jello. Normally, I like lemon jello. But at 830? After I had a sub-par sleep? No thank you. I turned over and went back to sleep.
I spent the whole day reading and staring into space. Surprisingly, staring into space wasn't so bad, but more on that later. My grandma visited me (she brought me chocolate. Leave it to grandmother's. "You unwell? HERE HAVE SOME CHOCOLATE"), so did my sister and her friends, whom I love. We had some good laughs, even though it hurt me to laugh. My parents came around 5PM, and I was feeling much much better. They got the nurse to bring me solid food (best sandwich of my life, let me tell you). Eventually they let me out, saying they'll call when an ultrasound is scheduled (they still would like to check out the size of the cyst), and to come back if the pain returns. It was figured that my stomach pain (it actually wasn't in my stomach, but more my bellybutton area, which is upper smaller intestine area) was due to the fluid from the cyst, causing an intestinal spasm, or it was some sort of virus or bug that decided to rear it's ugly head. Personally I think it was the T3s, but whatever.
Now my abdomen feels awesome, with just a bit of discomfort from my stomach area once in a while. They've got me taking Nexium, which is to reduce stomach acids. Hopefully this'll help with my gastritis, too. Unfortunately the pill makes me a bit high. I get really spaced out, and will find myself staring at nothing for sometimes ten minutes. My out-of-body feelings last about 16 hours, so I have to take it sometime around supper so I can function mostly at work.
Long story short: My ovary exploded and I'm okay now.
