I would like to be able to write something profound about my weekend, but instead, I will just tell it like it is. Overall, my weekend was pretty junky.
My previous blog post, thanks to Blogger’s new feature of being able to schedule posts, was probably posted right around the time that I was curled up like a roly poly bug and moaning on the floor of the hospital ER.
I had actually been feeling sore and sometimes in pain for about a week off and on. Mostly, thankfully, more off than on. But, it really flared up on Thursday morning, and I visited an 
urgent care center. I was told that it sounded like I probably has some food poisoning (or other type of contamination), and then as an after-thought (because of one of my lab results) said maybe it could possibly be kidney stones.
Apparently not so “maybe possibly.”
Yes, on Friday, I found out in the ER (after a CAT scan) that I do, indeed have kidney stones. Two of them, actually.
I was about to be sent home with pain killers and anti-nausea medicine, but because they gave me such a strong pain killer in my IV before they were going to wheel me out, I ended up getting sick all the way out to the car. So, they brought me back in an admitted me to the hospital. Yuck! I have to admit, I never would have agreed to go back in and “lay down a little bit” if I had known that actually meant that they were going to admit me to the hospital for a “24 hour” observation. (I just can’t bring myself to not put that in quotations, since I know that was really not how it happened.)
So, to make this a little more brief, I finally saw my doctor (well, the doctor on call for my doctor) on Saturday after 9 pm! I didn’t leave the hospital until 10 pm. I was so irritated. I tried to be calm, but I did break down around 2:30 pm and was sobbing and begging the nurses to make sure he hadn’t forgotten about me.
I’m glad to be home, but I’m still pretty beat. Going to Mass and dinner tonight completely wore me out. (But, on such a wonderful note, my parents actually came to the Mass with us. That was so nice, and we all enjoyed it.)
I will be having a referral to see a urologist, so hopefully they can get me in soon and they can figure out what we should do about these stones, so that I don’t end up in the ER again. Although, now that I have pain killers and anti-nausea meds here at home, I think it has to be pretty serious before I’m willing to stop in at the ER again, for fear of being stuck in the hospital with a roommate who cried, moaned, and talked in her sleep all night long. (Oh wait — I already did that roommate part, though she was a very kind woman.)
Besides, I don’t even want to see when my $500.00 copay comes rolling in for the hospital stay, so I’m not apt to want to repeat that anytime soon either!
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