Warning, this is going to be long. Sorry! Anybody that knows me knows that I absolutely stink at asking for help, admitting when I need help, complaining about health issues, etc. I have always been this way, but since I’ve had the girls it has gotten way worse. I mean really, it’s not like I’m Super Woman. My parents have made my life so easy being a parent, I really feel like I cannot ask for anything more. But sometimes I really wish I was better at this!
The past couple weeks I have been in a lot of pain with leg cramps. Take your average charlie horse and kick that up by 100. It is all the way down the front of my left leg, from my calves down in both legs, and both feet. Horrible, horrible pain. But, I’ve managed pretty well and honestly other than my parents, Nana, and Daniel nobody has known anything about it. To top things off since late last fall I have been having really bad female problems (no worries, I will not go into details on this one). Really bad problems! Knowing my yearly check up was going to be in January, I just put it off (dumb, I know). January came and my doctor was on a medical leave. I have been with this doctor for many years (and in fact came to him after being traumatized by two really bad gynos). We have been through cancer, post cancer scares of reoccurrence, telling me I can’t have children, to pregnancy, to delivery. You get it, he has been there through everything! And he is a UGA grad and beloved Dawg fan as well so you see, I love this man. There was no way I was willing to see another doctor so I just waited for him to return. He is still on leave and there is a very real possibility he is going to retire. This makes me so sad for many reasons. I just could not continue to ignore these problems and wait any longer so with much research (ya’ll know me and my research), I found what I hope to be a perfect replacement. Don’t get me wrong, my beloved doctor comes back I will go back to him in a heartbeat. So last night I went for my appointment. He took a lot of blood to figure out what in the world is wrong with me and set up me with an ultrasound (no, I am not pregnant, he just needs to get a good look inside). So last night I went to bed silently screaming in pain over the cramps in my legs/feet, but blissfully happy that I might be getting an answer to the female crap. And then I woke up this morning and then things get a bit blurry.
When I woke up I could not feel the tips of my fingers in my left hand. I didn’t pull typically Mary here. I told Daniel we needed to drop off the girls with mom and head straight to the hospital. Now, when I say we got the “B” team of nurses and doctors, I will go ahead and fast forward to tell you we really got the “F” team. Seriously, worse ever! Please remember my left arm was already butchered the night before so the vampire took blood samples from my right arm. Took her 7 sticks in my elbow crease to get the vein. When they realized I needed fluids and was low on magnesium they needed to put in the i.v. She started with the right arm. Seriously took her 4 sticks to get it in there. Within 10 minutes my entire arm was on fire. She turned the fluids off and put a line in my left arm. At first I thought it was a success because it only took the one poke. Wrong, she didn’t put it in the vein correctly, but refused to fix since this one didn’t burn, and so you could literally see the needle at the top of the arm. UGH! To make things really fun, she didn’t take the line out of the other arm. Now you get the picture above. What in the world?!?!? When they discharged me the nurse was reading the list of symptoms that if they occurred I should come back. She literally stopped, looked at me, and said “You know, all the symptoms you’re having right now”. Now how exactly am I supposed to know when to come back when you let me leave with all the symptoms I should come back in for? Oh well … “F” team!
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