I hate the term “hot mess” but I’m going to use it right now, because that’s what I am. Three days ago, I started having pain in my lower right back. Felt like sciatic or back-labor pain, getting worse over time. I was so bad by the next day that I missed my great friend Stephanie’s graduation (walking the stage for her Master’s!) that I’d been looking forward to for a month. I kept thinking the pain was possibly digestion-related or menstrual-related, though neither made sense as time dragged by. Yesterday morning, I was weak, lightheaded, clammy, and nearly fainting. By afternoon, Jason took me to Urgent Care.
Urgent Care was a HUGE waste of time. The doctor at this local facility knows nothing, and kept saying that he thought this was a muscle strain. Hey, dude, I know what muscle strain feels like. Just because I’m fat doesn’t mean that I haven’t been an athlete for most of my life. When we mentioned a couple things related to my diagnosis, like say having ovarian cysts that might have burst or endometrial pain, he dismissed me completely. On the way home from Urgent Care, I talked with that same friend above, who agreed to watch our kids while we shuffled over to the ER instead.
The ER took me seriously, thank goodness. Very quickly I had blood work drawn, an IV put in, x-rays and CT scans of both my head and abdomen, where they discovered I had a medium-to-large kidney stone blocked up and causing my kidney to swell. Fun! I’ve never had a kidney stone before and we have no family history of them, so this was a surprise to me. Especially as the Urgent Care doctor spent a long time telling us why it couldn’t be a stone because of where I was feeling the pain. (Later examination of a simply Wikipedia article shows that I was feeling pain exactly where is normal. That idiot.)
Long story short, I was given lots of medicine and eventually sent home with instructions to follow up with a particular doctor on Monday, or call in with an emergency if things get worse before then. I’m now juggling five prescriptions and lots of instructions and I’m so very thankful that Jason was there with me and the boys had a place to go and that everyone in my family were able to pull together to find someone to watch the boys overnight if I ended up going to a hospital. I can’t imagine what this would have been like if we were still in Boston where we knew no one! I probably wouldn’t have gone into Urgent Care in the first place. Gah. Once again, so very glad to be home.
Sorry for all the medical gore.