That's right. I'm typing this from my hospital bed. Woot! Luckily, I was admitted last night to my own floor (remember - I work postpartum and nursery, but my floor also handles GYN patients).
Why was I admitted? I'm glad you asked! Let me tell you . . . . .
So Thursday night around 10pm I had some cramping and gas pain. Felt like I was a little bloated and constipated. So I go to sleep and wake up around midnight, cramping and gassy, and I have a bowel movement (BM). No relief. So I go back to bed and kinda roll around in pain, drift off, then roll around in pain some more. Next thing I know, it's 4am. I get up, still cramping and gassy, have another BM, and decide to take some milk of magnesia to try and move things along. I go and lay on the couch, the pain building and building. I can't sit cause it hurts, I can't lay down because it hurts and I can't breath. At 5am, I finally wake Jeremy and have him bring me the phone so I can call in sick.
I felt like an idiot. I'm all, 'hi Amy. It's Cami. I hate to do this to you but I need to call in sick. I have horrible gas pain and I can't stand up straight.' Duuuuuuuude, I called in sick with gas pain.
So Jeremy takes Ayden to his mom's, and comes back to make sure I'm doing okay. By this point, I'm not. I'm in a great deal of pain and it's only getting worse. So off to the ER we go!
By the time the ER doctor comes to check me out, I'm in tears I hurt so bad. Labor was not nearly as painful.
I have x-rays, blood work, an abdominal ultrasound, CT scan, and then a transvaginal ultrasound done. I had a cyst on my right ovary burst and begin bleeding into my abdominal cavity. Yay! So I'm admitted to be watched and to get my pain under control.
Thankfully, my pain is much better. Not gone, as I have an abdomin filled with blood, but tolerable. I just had blood drawn and am waiting to get the results. Those will dictate whether I get to go home, or have surgery.