911

Something happened yesterday. In the morning, right after getting out of the shower, I started feeling sharp pain in my lower abdomen. My legs hurt me too, and my lower back. I went to the kitchen and had a bite of a banana and than took Motrin. The pain was getting more intense and I got very dizzy. I felt like I am going to vomit and on the way to the bathroom I felt down on the floor. When I got up everything around me was spinning. I crawled on the couch but had the urgency to go to the bathroom. My stomach was hurting me so much that I could hardly breathe. I made it to the bathroom, but could'n keep myself up. The pain was just so sharp. I started shaking and got really pale, so I grabbed the phone and went to bed. I was feeling like I am passing out. All those things never happened to me before in my life. I never called 911 before either. I felt like I have just little time to make the phone call. I dialed 911, and could barely talk, but they knew my address right away (I wasn't aware of that) which was good, because nobody could understand what I was saying. Then I called Rob and left a message and then my last call was to Tom and Kathryn. That was it. I am not sure what happened after that, but I remember Kathryn walking in, and Tom behind her. The ambulance came after 10-15 minutes from my phone call, and Kathryn helped me to dress, since I still only had my bathrobe on. The ambulance took me to the hospital in Sanford. Rob arrived half an hour later. Tom and Kathryn were alreayd waiting but nobody let them in. I really wanted them to be there, by my bed, but the nurses said, only family. Gees, they ARE my family. I was so happy to see Rob there. He left a very important day at work, just to come to the hospital. After 7 long hours, and many painful pelvic tests, and others, we found out what had happened. I had three cysts on my right ovary, and one of them, the largest one, erupted that morning. The fluids went to the peritoneal cavity and all the stuff together caused the terrible pain. While we were at the hospital, still waiting to take more tests, of course--I got a migraine. So the nurse gave me some pain killers, through the IV, so it will help for the abdominal pain and for the migraine. But once again, I got bad reaction to it, and she had to stop. Oh, well, I got drugged enough, and when we came home in the evening, we called Jill to wish her happy birthday, ate something, and went to bed. I was just gone. Slept until 9.00 am today, and when I got up, I felt good for the first 10 minutes. But now I feel so weak and my lower belly hurts me from yesterday. I have a hard time walking. So I don't think I will be going anywhere, even though I planned to go and get some food... Tomorrow is my day off, but I am going back to work on Friday. My boss called me yesterday and both her and Rob laughed at me that I will probably be wanting to go to work as soon as they sign me out of the hospital. Ha!--very funny. Ok, so I wanted to go to work today, but she told me that I am not even allowed to! She wanted me to stay away from work for two weeks! So I made a deal with her. I will stay home for the next two days, but Friday I am back.
That was pretty scary day form all of us. I am glad though that I called 911, and I had Kathryn and Tom so close to me. I love them so much!