Monday:
Lots of action to report. All done with physical therapy for my shoulder, it's feeling much stronger, no more pain! Woo hoo.
Had a lovely hike and lunch and good laughs with my buddy Chris to start the week. Much pleasantness. And lots of stairs!
Tuesday:
Had a great camping trip. Terrific weather, lots of laughs, good eats. Nice ride on pontoon boat. Great long weekend. Waaay too much beer and food. My first night there, washing up the supper dishes, one of the guys said something funny and I looked up at him, laughing, and I sliced the hell out of my thumb. Mental note to self . . . be careful dumb ass! It bled for hours. Unfortunately my ER nurse friend wasn't coming til the following night, but three cheers for Mar! She fixed me up with a good bandage. Her excellent bandaging may possibly have been inspired by the fear of my bleeding all over her lovely new camper. If there had been a health care professional around, maybe there would have been stitches. Fortunately for me there was none, just my inebriated friends. So all weekend I kept that thumb bandaged. Couldn't wash any more of those damned dishes with a bandage on my hand. Pretty smart of me!
Then back to work on Tuesday. You know how you feel after a long weekend of eating and drinking too much, and not getting enough sleep, when you are pushing 50 years old? Well I do! And how! I was a little stiff, a little sore, not unusual after camping weekend and that long drive, but I had a pain on my right side, around my rib cage. It did not improve. I thought I was sore from camping, or bean bags maybe, but the most likely culprit . . . hacky sack!
Well the pain did not improve. In fact it was so painful I toyed with the idea of going to the emergency room. I tossed and turned and flopped around all night Tuesday, could not get comfortable, could not get to sleep. I could not help but think of my good friend, who, after a weekend of partying and fatty food, was stricken by pancreatitis, and was hospitalized and had to tell health care professional after health care professional about her beer consumption and fatty diet over the weekend. Oh the pain. Not just the pancreatitis, but the confessing. The friend who told ME that she drank 12 beers and ate a foot long Subway sandwich, but when the doctor asked her, she told him 6 . . . beers and inches of sandwich!!! Well I should never have teased her about that, because karma is a bitch man.
Wednesday (The Weird Weird day):
Well, come morning I realized I was going to suffer the same fate. The confessing, not the pancreatitis hopefully! The pain is not going to go away. Off to the ER. There is my friend Patty, who was also at the camping trip. Very handy to have ER nurses for friends. Except it's hard to lie to people about what you did to bring on your painful condition when your health care professional friend is standing there, and knows THE TRUTH. Oh and there is my boss's wife, also an ER nurse. So right off the bat I confess my sins (well, most of them lol) over the weekend --- tons and tons of beer and fatty junk food! Nobody seemed surprised or even shocked by my bad behavior. ER business commences. All the pain is around my gallbladder, I have mistreated and abused my gallbladder all weekend, so all signs point to the gallbladder. So I get an IV, blood work, ultrasound. Then doc wants a CT-scan. Hmmm Ok. Weird and unexpected but OK.
Doc comes in and gallbladder is OK, liver is OK (quite shocking after the camping trip honestly; I think I forgot to mention that in addition to the beer there was booze in the coffee in the mornings too, topped with fatty whipped cream), but it turns out I have quite a large mass in my abdomen. Probably a benign cyst/mass/tumor from my ovary (I heard it referred to as all 3 things this weird weird day). Strangely my first thought was “Damn! None of these people needed to know I drank like a fish all weekend and ate tons of crap! I confessed for nothing!”
After the doctor assured me he was not joking (lol), I said ok, why is my side so sore? Turns out large masses in your abdomen can put pressure on nerves and generally just mess things up. OK. Refers me to my gyno for 3:30 this afternoon. Big fun! Definitely surgery. Doc is waiting for results of CA125 blood test (****!) before scheduling surgery, to see if I can have it here at local hospital or if I have to go to a specialist. Hopefully blood work results will come back tomorrow. And hopefully I will be able to have surgery here at local hospital.That is best case scenario.
Did I mention it is 31cm? WTF? If I told anyone it was 31 inches, oops, I meant centimeters. Sorry about that.
Is this really happening?
I'm glad the Weirdest Day of My Life is over! Very very very glad.
Kay :)
P.S. I'd like to share two funny typos that I corrected. In the paragraph about my cut thumb and Mar's camper, substitute "breeding" for "bleeding". In the paragraph about the ER doc referring me to my "gyno" substitute "gyro" in there! LOLOL
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