Yes you did read that right ER plural :)
I posted last week that I was going through a miscarriage, well that turned to be incorrect. I went for an ultrasound last Thursday afternoon as part of following up on a miscarriage and was told to go to the ER immediately for a suspected Ectopic Pregnancy. Now I must tell you I was feeling fine physically, no pain at all. In fact since this ordeal (thinking I was miscarrying) started July 19th I have had no pain. So I await in the ER after being triaged and telling them I have no pain. I am given high priority because of the Ectopic suspicion and an IV in case of pending surgery. I sit in a little room with other patients and my gas begins to build. I for once act like a lady and hold the gas in. Well wouldn't you know I started to experience extreme pain in my tummy. My mind is working overtime and scared. I am now convinced that the Ectopic has ruptured and I am going to die or something almost as horrible. I get up tell the nurse my pain has changed. I wait longer. Eventually I am moved to a private cubical and await the surgeon. Since I am now afforded a little privacy, I decide to take advantage of it and let the building gas go. BOOM!!!!! wow did I feel better! NO pain any more! Guess I wasn't going to die after all. I finally met with the surgeon and unfortunately despite my lack of pain the i did indeed have an ectopic pregnancy. I was admitted into the hospital and was going to wait till morning to see if I needed surgery or another medical treatment. I entered the ER at 4:00 PM and was admitted and in a bed at 10:30 pm.
The following day I waited for news of surgery and reached 26 hours without food or water. I had an IV for fluids, but that came unattached unknown to me me and leaked a rather large puddle on the floor. NO wonder I was so thirsty and tired. Finally the decision is made to have a medical treatment a chemo therapy drug in a very small dose that will end the ectopic pregnancy and break it down.
ONLY I can't get it at that hospital. Its important to state here that I had PLANS for the weekend to crop fri night and sat with Stephanie at the scrapbook. As a SAHM mom, and a scrapper I REALLY NEEDED THIS time away to scrapbook!! No surgery was great news, I could still SCRAP, injection in the ass and off we go!! right???
I was given a GOLDEN TICKET to get me thru the ER in the next hospital, an hour tops!! So Stephanie offers to go with me. We enter the ER at 5:00 PM on Fri night.
WE LEFT AT 2:30AM!!!!!!!!!
Turns out they needed to make the decision of surgery vs. drug themselves, blood work, waiting, assessment, waiting, drug a go, takes at least 1.5 hours to come up from pharmacy (it took longer)...waiting....its here...waiting for dr (emergency C section)....waiting waiting. Finally poked in the bum :)
HUGE HUGE HUGE thank-you, eternally grateful to Stephanie for waiting and making me laugh and giggle till 2:30 in the morning. She insisted on staying by my side...she kept me from breaking down, from crying and sobbing, from feeling sorry for myself. YOU ARE AMAZING, truly amazing.
2:30 am...leave ER...go to parking pay area...machine EATS CREDIT CARD...call security, guard comes opens huge refrigerator like machine....look down...Stephanie is FONDLING HIS PANTS!!!...what???? am I seeing things, too tired too late at night...turns out he got his pants caught in the machine!! Guess what we got free parking :) GOOD JOB STEPH!!! LOL