We're sure you're in a ton of pain, honey, but it'll be three weeks before you can see the doctor. Just take it easy or go to the E.R. if you really can't handle it.
Because yes, a $250 ER
Co-pay and 20% of the fees is something my budget has just been dying to
splurge on. And, oh, yeah, they'd want to give me morphine. Another fun
thing to look forward to: red angry veins from the hydrochloric acid
they call a godsend of a painkiller burns my arm off while making me
hurl my stomach and lungs up.
In other words: suck it up, soldier.
You are a woman: you've had six kids, pain is an old friend, a monthly friend; you can do this.
Ok, someone's definition of "friend" is completely different than mine, but I guess I'm still breathing.
week it felt like my right ovary had declared nuclear war on my left.
The left then mutated into some kind of shark-tooth covered
alien trying to gnaw its way out of my abdomen while retaliating with
carpet-bombing across the way back to the offending O.
And then all hell broke loose Saturday when I was pretty sure my lower abdomen went supernova.
Sure. I have them on hand. I filled my prescriptions after my
Appendectomy/Hernia/OvarianCystRemoval Trifecta Of Doom surgery a couple
of years ago. And then never took them. Pain AND narcotic allergies
really don't make for a fun experience. Especially when the narcotics
don't really get rid of the pain, but add massive headaches and nausea
But, you know, sometimes I take them because
the pain is so bad I have to believe the other side-effects are worth
it. And then it all snowballs to Hell and doesn't melt for a couple of
1 - I will never understand how people can get addicted to pain killers. Gross
- My female bits have done their part, and are broken. They're past
warranty and I'm pretty sure I can't get a factory replacement, so I'd
just as soon have them removed, thank you very much. Besides, if they
keep fighting, who knows what other organs they'll incite into
The last thing I need is for my kidneys deciding to be the
Luke and Leiah to my brain's Emperor, with the liver shooting out cloned
Storm Troopers while my pancreas declares itself the moon of Endor. I'd
be a living breathing disco ball of lights, suspended from the ceiling
and spinning from the blaster shots, light sabers, and Force being
thrown around. Ooh, Pretty.
least the supernova has burned down, leaving my uterus a flaming
bonfire. Today the two O's are sitting around it singing Kumbaya until
their next high school drama fight begins and they start trying to
claw each others eyes out again. Using ballistic missiles.
I'll take it. I have
dishes to do and girl scouts to run and a couple of birthdays to plan. And if the O's can keep the
cease-fire up for three weeks until the doctor can fix the problem,
Because scheduled medical anything is cheaper than unscheduled.