For a few days I was/sort of still am having stomach pains in my lower right abdomen. Which, working in an Urgent Care setting causes me to be a hypochondriac. Naturally, my first thought was, "Oh shit, my appendix is about to rupture causing me to vomit to DEATH!" And then, panic set in. Nausea set in. Anxiety set in.
My next step was to call the doctor on for the day and run my symptoms by him. Which, according to WebMD, I was not having acute appendicitis. WebMD informed me that in fact, I was probably suffering from ovarian cysts.
Either one can be diagnosed with a simple CT scan.
So, that's what we decided would be best. With a tender and painful abdomen, something surely has to be wrong with me. Right?
Off to the radiologist I went. I got there early, hoping I could start drinking my nasty order of contrast so that way when my appointment time came I would be ready to go back. The thing with contrast is after you drink that nasty shit, you have to sit for about an hour. Then drink another glass and THEN you can get pictures of your rotting gut taken.
Well, going early was pointless. No one brought out my contrast until my appointment time of 12:45. I chugged the contrast. It tasted like flat, poisoned Mountain Dew. And I hate Mountain Dew. Probably the WORST soda known to man-kind.
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| Poisonous Mountain Dew contrast |
As if drinking contrast wasn't enough, once you get on the table they shove and IV in your arm and pump some more in real quick. My arm started burning and then I felt like I pissed my pants. No joke. Thank God they warned me I would get that sensation, but seriously, I was convinced I peed all over their CT scanner. So embarrassing.
After the scan, they sent me to this little room and I walked in and found this little gem. AWKWARD.
Of course, after my bitching about pain, the scan came back completely normal. Minus the fact that I have slight follicles growing on my ovaries. Which I guess is very normal in most women.
I went home. That's it. Didn't need surgery to have my appendix ripped from my body. Didn't need any meds for my follicle growing ovaries. I am just a huge baby. All in all, I tortured myself on my day off. And then due to ingesting so much contrast had to take the next day off of work because I couldn't stop running to the bathroom.
Lovely.
And on a much more chipper note, my brother made a decision in his career path. He has decided to enlist in the Army. He has been talking about serving this great country for many months now and was just trying to decide what branch would be best for him.
On 2-4-13 he went to Syracuse to complete his MEPS and take his physical. It's a 2 day process. And yesterday he was sworn in.
He will leave August 6th for basic and then he will find out where he will be stationed after that. He asked to be as close to NY as possible, but we all know wherever the Army needs him, that's where he will end up.
I am incredibly proud to say that my brother will be serving our country. It takes a lot of courage to step up and be a man in this degree. Not everyone can go out and fight the fight.
I would be lying if I didn't say I was beyond scared too. He is my baby brother. He is the same kid that loved to watch Rosie O'Donnell with my mom as a kid (and posed as Tom Cruise), he is the same kid that beat up a boy in my neighborhood for not being nice to his big sister (mind you, he was probably 6 and the guy was 12), he is the same brother that drove his tricycle off the front porch and cut his head, he is the same brother that over the years I have become very protective of. And to know, that I can't protect him when he is serving is gut wrenching. I've cried, multiple times. I know he will do great and he will be fine, but just thinking of him growing up and being an adult is so overwhelming. I just want him to be safe & I want the best for him.
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