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14 February 2007 @ 09:32 pm
I never, ever ever ever want to go back to a hospital again ever.

After eight hours there, with the promise of three more to go, I started to cry.

I'm not going into the details. Let's just say cheekymice, I have a whole new well of sympathy for you. I can't imagine having to go through this as many times as you have.

Upshot: I am not dying. I do have uterine fibroids, which make it difficult if not impossible to have children. Since I had no interest in doing so, that doesn't bother me. They also, apparently, are the cause of some of my pain. Not all, just some. They may or may not contribute to the stomach pain and vomiting. No one knows.

I don't want to talk about the money either.

Anyway, I'm reasonably okay. Short of a CT scan (which I am NOT HAVING), everything looks reasonably fine.

Maybe the vomiting is stress. That would be nice. I'm going to figure on it being stress and let it go.
I feel: discontentdiscontent
The_Mad_Poetdreamwarden on February 16th, 2007 06:20 pm (UTC)
All I can say about CT scans is that a CT scan saved my life. The doctor's told me that I was too young to consider a CT but they couldn't figure it out. Well, I went to the emergency room and they gave me one lickety split and found out that I had a tumor on my left and right kidney. Three surgeries later, here I am.