Yesterday I woke up with what I suspected was appendicitis. I know. Mike asked if he should take me to the doctor but I didn’t feel that bad at 9:00 so I asked him to go to work. By 10:30, though, I called him to come back home and get me. By then I had a fever and knew for sure I wasn’t well and feeling worse so my doctor said to go to the ER.
Depression set in. I didn’t want this. Not another trip to that place and definitely, absolutely, not surgery. I’ve had enough of days like this – I’ve been to the ER four times in the past 18 months for a broken foot, scratched cornea (twice), and a kidney stone. (I know people who are going through much worse…I’m sorry to complain.)
God turned around my pity party. I think that was the first answered prayer of the day. I knew people were praying for me and I could say, to mis-quote Pam from Dunder-Mifflin: I feel God in this emergency room.
Mike had me laughing a lot (ouch! he showed no mercy) with Office quotes.
The second answered prayer was my fever had gone down on its own within a couple of hours.
The third answered prayer was for a great doctor who quickly prescribed Morphine. Beautiful, sweet, juice that it is. It made my pain completely disappear. Plus I got a dose of anti-nausea meds, too.
The fourth answered prayer was this berry goodness.
I had to drink this contrast and wait 90 minutes before having a CT scan to rule out appendicitis. It was the first thing I had to eat/drink all day and by now, since I wasn’t in any pain or feeling nauseated, I was incredibly thirsty. I thought it hit the spot. Obviously, I was a little loopy.
The biggest answered prayer of all was my CT results came back negative for appendicitis. Never mind. No surgery needed, have a nice day. So although just hours earlier we all were convinced that’s what it was, I was given my papers to go home.
There’s not a clear explanation for the pain – at least the location of the pain – but I do have a mild UTI (TMI?) so I’ll be feeling better in no time.