Wasn’t it just this week that I was going on (and on) about dodging the wrenches of life?
Tuesday began with a bang. Everyone was healthy and heading to school. I dusted off my running shoes and enjoyed some fresh air. Checked off my to do list with flourish. The crock pot was bubbling.
I was owning Tuesday. Until…
No water, no food and an iPhone with very little power. I had my book but couldn’t hold it up with the IV. I endured a battery of tests, I can’t say I behaved like a grown up while the ultra-sound technician pressed all over my hurting parts. But she made up for it when she gave me one of those awesome warmed hospital blankets.
Eventually it was determined that I was not suffering from appendicitis but an ovarian cyst that was leaking a little bit of fluid. I was finally sent home with a prescription for painkillers.
Now, I’ve never had a cyst before but I’m not buying a little of fluid. When your insides hurt like something has exploded inside you, that’s not a little anything.
I am feeling slightly better this morning, even without the painkillers. Off to my family doc to see what’s up.
In the meantime I am being very well cared for.
Thanks everyone for your support and love and amusement last night. Muah!