day 10, or worst day ever

so! we had a simply FANTASTIC day today. i'm going to cut and paste from brian's myspace about the events of today, mostly to save time:

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So this morning at work I started getting a pain in my side. After a couple o' trips to the restrooms I decided it probably wasn't gas as the pain increased. I called Maggie at home and begged her to come and get me. Both Serena and Sara offered to drive me to a clinic or call 911, but I just wanted to lay on the couch for a bit. The pain subsided, and by the time Maggie got there - having frantically packed the kids - it was mostly gone. On the way to the hospital we called our doc and set up an appointment for the earliest we could: 1:30pm.

So we decided to drive home. But then the pain started to grow again. It was bad...we're talking 9 out of 10 on the painness scale (Ed: "painness" is not a word. just sayin'). Back to the hospital we head. Because of the construction there, we could not locate the emergency entrance. We pull into the valet parking area, and as Maggie deals with the attendant I shuffle in. It's kinda neat to see how fast they scramble if you walk into a hospital almost keeling over clutching yourself in pain. So it's into a wheelchair and they take my quite a ways to the ER.

Now admitting of course could care less about the pain you are in. It is MUCH more important -even though you are in the system- to get your address and cell phone number. Then park you in a waiting room so they can prepare a room. Um....this is an ER....aren't the rooms prepared for an emergency? Because of my huffing thru the pain my mouth is pretty dry at this point. Hey, there's a bubbler. And before I get to it I'm pounced on with a speciman cup....little did I know the restroom was right next to the bubbler. I tell them I'm just getting some water so they back off. Now my room's ready. I follow the ER person down some long corridors - which doesn't make sense to me - to my room where Maggie, Abby, and Ian are waiting for me. (? Yep. They got to my room before me....because I was the one in the waiting room.

To make the whole drama short...I had tests run, bloodwork, and an ultrasound and was put on narcotics for the pain. They don't know what it was. They DO know it wasn't my gall bladder, kidney, stomach, liver, or appendix. Sign here....here's your painkiller prescription....see you later.

Back in college at Oshkosh something like this happened....my dad drove from Menasha to Oshkosh and then took me to Neenah to the hospital. They kept me overnight back then....I don't remember an ultrasound being an option...for observation and never figured it out.

I'm feeling fine now. Hopefully it's gone..and won't reappear in another 18 years.

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sounds like a super-fun time, eh?