ice cream. The night was going fine until about 8:30 pm. Then it hit me- the pain in my lower abs. I went to my bathroom thinking it was just gas and I tried to go to the bathroom. Nothing was happening and the pain got worse
and worse. I came out and told them that I was sorry and that I didn't feel good. They ended up leaving around 9:40pm and I just got worse after that. I was doubled over on the floor rolling back and forth from the pain. There was no relief and no comfortable position. I soon began to hurt mainly on my lower left abdominal, my lower left side of my back and down my groin. I couldn't stand, sit, lay down, do anything without feeling like my insides were getting ripped apart. This went on for two hours and I finally couldn't handle the pain any longer and told August we had to go the hospital. He gave me a quick blessing. I had already taken a soma for the pain but that didn't help. I tried calling the girl in our ward back over to sleep on the couch while the kids were asleep (by now it's almost midnight) but she didn't answer her phone. I told August to pack up the kids (I felt terrible waking them up). As August was loading them in the car, I was in the bathroom throwing up. Four times plus diarrea. Sorry this is a little graphic. We then drove as fast as we could to the nearest hospital. I felt like we were rushing to get there to have a baby. But I would rather have another c-section any day than have this horrible pain ever again! I could sit still in the car and i was moaning and groaning and on the verge of crying. We get to the hospital, I rush in to the Emergency Room and sign in. I can barely talk, see straight or sit still from the pain. I told the girl I felt like I was going to throw up again and she hurried and gave me a bowl. They rushed me back and try to get the IV started. Of course it takes four or more tries to find a good flowing vein (always... Plus dehydration). I warned them, but do they listen? No. As she was sticking me, I start throwing up again there on the bed in the bowl. Poor boys were awake and Reed is just staring at me as I'm vomiting. He looks scared to death and says, "mommy...?" I told August to leave, that the boys didn't need to see me like this, but of course, he wouldn't leave me not knowing what was wrong and why I was so sick. I haven't thrown up in years! I think I have maybe thrown up once in our entire married life (seven years). It was awful. All that pizza and homemade icecream came up. Seeing olives and peppers just like they were before they went down was pretty nasty. The nurse finally got my IV started, gave me zofran for the nausea, morphine for the pain and fluids for my dehydration. I got pricked again for them to draw my blood. Oh yeah, I forgot when I first got there, I had to pee in a cup. I had diarea again like four times instead. Anyways, so it's about 1 am and they wheel me in for an ultrasound. I get back in bed and wait for the results. By this time, the boys are beyond tired and are screaming in a room next too me. Luckily we brought the iPad and tried to calm them down with a movie. That was the worst feeling that I could get up and comfort my boys back to sleep. I felt terrible. Poor August- having to deal with screaming babies at two in the morning while I lay helplessly in a hospital bed waiting to see what the heck is going on with my body. I guessed kidney stones or a cyst. Results finally came back as a Kidney infection, ovarian cysts and gas. The cysts did not burst, but they were there. Great. Now what? They sent me home with a prescription for Vicodin and antibiotics for the next ten days and hope that I get better. Three am and we are finally leaving the hospital and heading home, still in pain but extremely exhausted.
Saturday morning we awake to both boys at 7:30 am. It was a day of lots of naps and relaxation. By the end of the day, we were all getting stir crazy and decided to go out and get cupcakes. Because every sick girl deserves a cupcake ;)
We heard this Elizabthan's Bakery was one of the top bakeries in San Diego and was supposedly better than "Sprinkles". It was pretty tasty! It was a cute little shop in Encinitas. We got soup for dinner at Panera Bread (kind of like a Paradise Bakery) and headed home to watch some more Olympics. They didn't give me the soup I ordered though, a little bitter about that... Today was Sunday and we went to church and had a relaxing family day.
But here it is 10:00 at night and I am in a lot of pain again. Not so much that I need to go to the ER, but it's pretty bad. I've taken two pain pills and they haven't kicked in or even touched the pain yet. I read that kidney infections take weeks to heal. This is awful. I don't wish this pain on anyone. Let's hope I get well fast. I'm going to Arizona again the end of the week while my hubby travels to Monterey for work. Let's hope I'm better by then. I will try to sleep, but I'm thinking it'll be a rough night. Good night for now...
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