Woot. I Almost Died AGAIN!

72 hours of Pain and Pandomonium:

This has been the most painful, exciting and chaotic 48 hours in my life. I just had emergency surgery, about 24 hours ago, so la-di-da. Here I am, back at la blog (don’t ask why I said ‘la blog’, I just did. Blame it on these darn pain medications).
So anyhoo. Last Wednesday, May 23, I started having moderate abdominal pain- nothing serious, nothing too horrible, I just took Advil, and was fine. Around May 26, I started having to do more, because that was the day of my dance show (that show was a mixed bag, it was ok, I may post about that later). On Monday night, I went to bed around 11:45 pm, and couldn’t sleep because the pain was so bad. Around midnight, I started throwing up. I puked up everything that I had eaten that day until there was nothing left. I threw up about 3 times between midnight and 3 am, then I couldn’t sleep so I went down and watched Jay Leno for the next few hours. The pain kind of eased off, but never went away.
Tuesday was ok, but that night, it got HORRIBLE! The thing about this pain was that it was throbbing, and one second, I would be laughing and joking, then I would be doubled over crying. I got drugged up on NyQuil and managed a great nights sleep. Wednesday morning it was bad again, so I went to the doctor. They checked me up… lalala… normal stuff, and gave me something for intestinal blockage. I didn’t think that was the problem, and I was right. But anyway, I went home, drank that whole stinking bottle of whatever it was, and there was no effect. By that time, the pain had eased off.
Wednesday night, I tried to sleep, but it got worse than it had ever before. So, at midnight, my dad and I hopped into the truck (For me it was more of a limping whining mess) and drove down to Trident Hospital’s emergency room. I got seen relatively quickly, they took all those stupid samples they need, and that was that. We waited and waited and waited and waited… we waited all night for something, and in the morning, around 6:30, they decided I ought to have an ultrasound, to look for appendicitis. I did that, and they didn’t see anything! I was shaking with pain (I kept shaking before I got the crying bad pain) so they were still concerned.
They decided to put me through a CT Scan (aka ‘cat’ scan) and so I began preparing for that. You have to drink half a cup of stuff every twenty minutes for two hours before a CT, and I started at 7:30, it was fine until about 8:10, when I started getting nauseous and the pain was beginning to return. They gave me an injection through my IV thingy and that made me feel worse. As they wheeled me to the CT room, I was crying and shaking and moaning, and it just wasn’t pretty.
During the scan, I had trouble lying still, but I managed. I got wheeled back to my room, still in pain. It wasn’t too long before I felt better, and then it wasn’t a horribly long time before I got the CT scan results. According to the pics they got, I had a rather large cyst (5 cm, 100 times larger than the normal cyst- no wonder I was in pain!!). They discharged me from the hospital and told me to go see a specialist.
We went to a doctor who gave me two options. Have a minor emergency surgery that day and live with the pain for a few days, or take medicine to ease the pain off slowly for two weeks, risking further infection. DEFINITELY SURGERY!
We drove back to the hospital, and sat around until I got a room. I went in, got hooked up to the IV… la-di-da… got injected with stuff that made me feel drunk, and was rolled into the OR. The last thing I heard before I went to sleep was “You’ll be asleep in about 30 seconds” I don’t think it even took that long because by then I hadn’t really slept too well for 72 hours.
They had trouble waking me back up because I was so tired. The first thing I had to do was drink water, then eat some graham crackers so I could take the pain medicine.
I came home, threw up a bit, and then slept until 1:15 pm today. My mom talked to the doctor this morning, and he said that if I hadn’t had the surgery, the cyst would’ve imploded and actually killed me. Thank the Lord I didn’t do that!!!!
I think this whole ordeal has been a sign from God or something, but I haven’t really learned anything from it… and also, I’ve had as much divine intervention as I can take!! (that was just a sarcastic remark, I hope God never stops being in my life, he’s given me a great life to live!)