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I lay resting on the sofa this evening. Took a laxative today and hoping to get results. My stomach is cramping. Crescendo and Decrescendo...mimicking labor. Ouch, this isn't fun. It gets worse as time goes on then sudden acute, excruciating pain with nausea and the feeling of diarrhea. I can't walk, so I crawl to the bathroom. Cold sweat, light headed, pain that is a 10+ on the rictor scale. Sitting on my lofty throne...no results from either end. I crawl to my bed and decide if things aren't better in 30 minutes I'm calling my daughter Lyndsay to take me to ER. Thankfully, I am able to rest uncomfortably until morning. When my husband gets home from his night shift, I tell him I just don't feel right, I've got this achy, heavy, pain in my abdomen. Feel impacted, my clothes have slowly quit fitting me, stomach poochy like I'm pregnant. I go on to my client appointment as scheduled. I'm glad I've only got the one appointment today.
9 AM and I'm sitting in the waiting room talking to my client when the pain hits again. My client suggests that I go to ER. I'm thinking, gee whiz, I don't have time for a colesytectomy, I've got work to do. At this point I'm colorless and bent in half. I excuse myself with my apologies, drag myself to my Jeep and head to ER. I call my husband Rand who is just getting to sleep, "I'm on my way to ER, I think it could be my gallbladder." The 6 mile drive to ER felt like 100 miles. My husband, in-laws and daughters arrive in support and concern. After 14 hours of waiting, paper work, testing and exams I'm told by the physician that the CT and transvaginal ultrasound revealed a mass in my abdomen and left ovary. I'm advised to see my gynocologist in the morning and am told "it doesn't look good." The ER doctor is short spoken, hurried and non-caring...maybe he should have gone into another profession. My husband and I cried the whole way home. Everything pretty much sucked.
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