Warning, long journal ahead, with fun fun fun descriptions!
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alright...so, I had been having these terrible stomach pains ever since Friday. they always started up when I poked my belly, or when I ate large amounts of dairy at once, like ice cream. and the events of yesterday (see friend's journals for more information) didn't help me much either, so I was in a lot of pain last night. but, I assumed that it was just a new intestinal bug heading around, and it had just hit me, so I took some painkillers and headed to bed.
I wake up at 5 in the morning in agonzing pain, shaking, and with the intense urge to puke. I slept in the bathroom until mom came looking for me to wake me up for school, but after I told her how I felt, she immediately decided to take me to the doctors. so, after my sister got on the bus, she wheeled me out to town to the doctor's office.
we're the first ones to check in, at around 8:15. I hop on the scales, get my temperature taken, and I pee in a cup. yay. but anyways, my doctor laid me back on the examination table and started poking around me, and when she prodded a section of my stomach...I won't lie. I pratically screamed. the look on my doctor's face was more than enough, but she did say to my mom, "Sharon, I know your children aren't whiners, and I rarely see them, and when I do, they're truely sick. get her to the hospital...I think she has appendicitis."
so we fill out some forms and peel down to the Rollin's Brook Hospital (which is right down the street! yay) and storm in around 9:23. about thirty minutes after check-in, they pull me back and bust out the needles for bloodwork. now, I was scared to death by now, and my phobia of needles didn't help me any, so, of course, I burst out into tears, although the whole time I was like 'ack, do not want D:'. the woman who drew my blood though was awfully kind...she calmed me down and drew my blood as fast as she could.
so after that, one of the doctors hands me this quart-bottle of a barium sulfate suspension drink, and tells me to drink all of it. so I shrugged and thought to myself, "Alright, one quart of this crap, how bad could it be?"
....pretty damn bad, I found out just five minutes later. that crap tasted like a rotten vanilla shake with an acidy aftertaste. so, I packed up and headed down to the bathroom and held my nose and I sucked that stuff down the best I could. about halfway through, the urge to vomit arrived again, and I threw up about half of what I drank. and again, I burst out into tears, mainly ashamed that I couldn't hold the stuff down. they busted out the second bottle, and slowly, I finished off the first one and drank half of the second one.
two hours later, around 12 (the stuff had to get through my intestines, joy.), they call for me again and we head down towards the CT room. they told me to change into a cloth gown(I got to keep my underwear though, which I am grateful for. XD), and I do, and I lay down on the table thing. well, they needed to inject MORE stuff into me (for the CT scan to pick up my organs more I guess), so they stick an I.V needle into my upper arm and put some kind of dye like thingy in. no, my skin didn't turn blue. I would have had a freakout if it did lol. XD
then, they hook my needle up to a machine which pumps me full of this drug, which made me feel very warm all over. the scan starts...and the tube starts leaking. I freak, and the doctor's like 'Hey, it's alright! it does this all the time' and he shuts off the drug pumper and splits to the opposite room. I go in a fair bit, and the machine tells me to hold my breath, so I do...and for the oddest reason, I started getting yaoi thoughts while it was scanning me. I blame the drugs. XD
after that, I change, I barf a little more, and the doctors tell us to head home for a while. so, mom drives me home, she lets me eat a fair bit, and she lets me drink. after 1, the doctors call, and yep! the radiologist confirms that I have a full blown case of appendicitis. once mom gets off the phone, I break down in tears (again) because I was really scared by then, but, after assuring me I would be fine, she tells me to hop into the shower while they plan the surgery.
five minutes into my shower, she runs into the bathroom and yells for me to hurry up, that they wanted to operate on me right that minute.
crying again, I finish up as fast as I can, pull on my clothes, and we run to pick up my sister. my mom called my father (who works away from home during the week) about the surgery, so he starts to drive home. I called my girlfriend during that time to tell her that I was going to have surgery and such joyous things, and once my sister is in the car, we're gone. so, we pull into the hospital, and mom rushes me in and says, "We're here for the surgery!" and one of the receptionists rather rudely says, "Well, you don't have forms, and you're wanted at the doctor's office." mom, pretty pissed by now, takes me back to the doctor's office...
and we find my doctor in tears. she starts off by saying that she was so angry at the moment she pratically screamed at everyone she could yell at without getting fired. she pulls us aside.
she tells us that the radiologist called in again and said that he made a mistake, that I didn't have appendicitis, but colocitis instead.
...needless to say, my mother was not pleased. not at all. neither was my father, once he was called. (he ended up driving back to Houston since he wasn't too far into the trip)
after saying that the radiologist was a dumbfuck, my mom decides to take me to the St. David's Hospital in Georgetown for a Second Opinion. we arrive there around 2:39, and I get checked into the E.R (I got the cool wristbands and everything!). I change into another gown (I got to keep my bra this time too) and I go and make another urine sample. after that, I lay down on the hospital bed and let the doctor poke around me some more, before he declared that I needed another CT scan. thankfully, we have health insurance, and I didn't need to take anymore of the barium sulfate suspension drink (I thanked God for that profusely).
this gorgeous Indian nurse wheels me down to the CT room in a wheelchair alone, since my mom and sister had to wait in another waiting room. once we get there, she asks me to get on the table, and she starts asking questions. I would have been more than happy than to answer, but for the life of me, I could not understand her through her accent. I answer the best I can (why I had a CT scan eariler, if I had bloodwork done, what hospital was I at eariler), and I get my next scan done, and I'm wheeled back to my bed.
I lay there for a while (thinking more yaoi thoughts for some very odd reason. I still blame the drugs. XD) and the doctor comes in...anything that they didn't pick up anything on the scan. at all. that my instestines, my appendix, everything was fine.
again, my mother was not pleased, mainly because of the stupid radiologist from Lampasas, but she trusted the Georgetown radiologist. I get my clothes back on, take out my needles, and we head home for the day. I'm still in pain, still confused about my scans, and I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me. it might be nothing! but still...
...so yeah. my day was crazy.
P.S: I wouldn't wish appendicitis on anyone. seriously.
P.P.S Barium sulfate suspension tastes like shit, if I didn't stress that enough. me and my mother came to the conclusion that if people started using it as a torture device, the torturer would get his information rather quickly.