What Was I Saying About Wrenches?

Wasn’t it just this week that I was going on (and on) about dodging the wrenches of life?

Right.

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…

Pain. A whole lot of pain. Nearly the worst I’ve endured. Labour hurt like the dickens but at least I understood what my body was up to. And it happened all of a sudden. One minute I was waiting for my 7yo in the school yard and by the time I got home I could barely make it up the stairs to my bed.
Of course this was the absolute worst night for me to be out of commission. It was brownie night and Ken had a curling game at 7pm. Of course it was.
My most excellent neighbour hid her dinner from her dogs and raced me to the hospital so Ken could feed the kids and shuttle them around town.
And there I sat. For 6 hours. My most excellent neighbour stayed with the kids after they were in bed so Ken could race to my rescue.

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!

iPhone Photo Phun