On Wednesday my right side near my hip started hurting. It wasn't a painful hurt, it was more of a mild annoyance. Every so often this part of my body would make me aware that it existed and that something was up. Come Friday morning the pain was still there and it was escalating. Instead of noticing it every so often, the "pain" was constant. I put on my happy face, though, because no one at school knew I was in any sort of pain.
I decided I'd try to get throguh my 5 hour shift at work, but when I tried sweeping the frame shop, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't really bend over without some sort of real pain. I called my manager and told him I attempted to sweep the shop but that I was in pain and I couldn't. This way he could vouch for me if any other Framers complained about the unswept floor when they went into to work today.
As I picked up a 8x10 frame mislocated to put it in its appropriate location, my left arm started going numb. It felt as if I had fallen asleep on it awkwardly, except I did nothing to it except to pick up a horrendous gaudy gold frame. At this point I was actually scared for my life, afraid that if I went to sleep I would never wake up. I wondered if it was my appendix or my gallbladder and if I woud be abl to still go to Tulsa if I had to have surgery. I actually started crying, even though that made me feel worse because whenever I showed any sort of emotion my side hurt. Then I went and found my manager. Fortunately, he's the framing manager so we know each other pretty well. He told me to clock out and go home and seek some medical attention, and that my health was more important than completing my shift.
I went home and told my mom how I was feeling worse (she dropped by work to see how I was doing and I told her what was up then). She called my dad and told him we were going to the ER. He came home immediately and soon enough the three of us were on our way to the ER.
Compared to all of my mom's visits to the ER, mine was definitely quick. I was there for six hours. I spoke with several doctors as to what was up. They took some blood and I gave a urine sample. I had a cat scan and had to drink some wonderfully distusting juice that made me feel like I had to urinate really badly. I was told I was not pregnant. Um, I could've told anyone that.
I get the results from my cat scan around 3am. The doctor told me that the pain was not caused by my appendix, gallbladder, or by a kidney stone. Instead, I have an ovarian cyst, one that's 2.5 cm. He didn't say circumference or diameter, but still, that's a pretty large cyst inside of me causing this unnecessary pain. So now I have perscription pain killers (Woohoo!) and have to go to the OBGYN hopefully sometime this week. I'l probably have to skip a class, which is exactly what I don't want to do with it being the end of the semester.
So yeah, there you have it. My first tim the the hospital for my own purposes besides coming out of my mother's womb. My very own trip to the ER.