I’m waiting for the day when I can think of all of this as a memory.
The last couple of months have been less than pleasant, and the last few weeks I would like to blink away.
Last weekend I ended up in the emergency room with terrible pains in the entire upper right half of my body. I thought my abdomen would burst, my chest would explode, my arm would never gain feeling again, and my back. Oh my back.
I still have no idea what happened.
The last few weeks I’ve been poked and prodded, a real life human pin cushion. My arms have been so bruised from all of the blood work and IV’s, I looked like I’d been on the wrong end of the needle for too long.
And the lovely ultrasounds. Jabbing and rummaging around places that things like that aren’t supposed to wander. All the while with an explosively full bladder.
And again, I have no idea what’s wrong. The right side of my abdomen is clearly upset.
I can feel some sort of a mass and last week I experienced the worst cramps I have ever had in my life. Not able to move, shouting obscenities. I haven’t yet had the honour of childbirth but I feel like I may have had a taste. 30 seconds on, 1 minute off. Writhing. My husband had no idea what to do, and he deals with things like this for a living.
So, now I am off to the doctor again today to finally get the results from my ultrasound last week. For better or worse, I just want to know something.