{"id":179,"date":"2010-05-15T15:30:08","date_gmt":"2010-05-15T22:30:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=179"},"modified":"2010-05-15T15:30:08","modified_gmt":"2010-05-15T22:30:08","slug":"friday-night-party","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=179","title":{"rendered":"Friday Night Party"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I know how to have a great evening of family fun and frolic.  <\/p>\n<p>Step one:  Feel like utter shit.<\/p>\n<p>Step two:  Realize you have a fever and you are having side pain that ended up knocking you out just two weeks ago.<\/p>\n<p>Step three:  Decide to go to the ER.<\/p>\n<p>If you know me at all, you know I am not an ER type of person.  I suffer.  Not in silence, but without medical intervention.  Deciding to go to the ER felt really dumb since we&#8217;d have to drag along a four week old baby and a four year old squirrel.  What if I was just imagining it?  What if I wasn&#8217;t on the borders of excruciating pain?<\/p>\n<p>I had one smart thought before we left and gave the babysitter a call.  We were able to dump Erik off for a couple of hours, so at least that helped somewhat.<\/p>\n<p>Our local town has an ER center that is relatively new and unused.  We didn&#8217;t even have time to read a page in our books until we were called back to triage and shown to a room.  The doctor arrived relatively quickly as well.  If my symptoms hadn&#8217;t been mysterious we probably would have been home within 45 minutes.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing can be that simple with a trip to the ER, though.  My symptoms were mysterious.  The pain was no where near my uterus, which I suspected but my OB didn&#8217;t care about two weeks ago since she&#8217;s an OB and only knows about utes.  The theory is the antibiotics she gave me for an infected incision site partially knocked out a much stronger infection, thus masking the real problem.  The doctor was concerned because the pain was in an area that doesn&#8217;t contain much but the colon, so he suggest a CT scan.<\/p>\n<p>I guess other people know about CT scans, but I have been very lucky in my life and have never had the need for one before.  I was unfamiliar with the process, even though I was an avid ER fan in the early 90s.  The main problem?  It took for-freakin&#8217;-ever.  First I had to drink two huge glasses of apple juice mixed with contrast.  Then I had to wait 2 hours for the contrast to go into my bowels (I can&#8217;t believe I just said bowels).  The test took about five minutes, but then we had to wait another 45 minutes while someone read the results.<\/p>\n<p>While this was going on the nurse, doctor and radiologist were all trying to figure out if I was allowed to nurse or not.  We heard several different opinions, most of them being that I needed to pump and dump for at least 12 hours.  I hate pumping.  I would not have a breastfed child if I had to pump at work.  I&#8217;ve pumped twice since she&#8217;s been born, bringing my stored milk up to a whopping 8 ounces, meaning Mike had to go on a mission to buy formula.  Do you have any idea how expensive formula is?  Holy shit!  That stuff must be crusted with gold and stored in diamond vials!  <\/p>\n<p>The last person I talked to, the actual radiologist, said I didn&#8217;t need to pump and dump.  The most recent study by the big radiologist organization said the contrast doesn&#8217;t transfer to the mammaries.  You have no idea how thrilling it is to stand in a tiny hospital gown, swollen boobies swinging in the breeze, while a young good looking guy talks about your mammaries.  I&#8217;m just glad my postpartum pad held up because leaving a trail of blood everywhere would have been the icing on the cake.<\/p>\n<p>Results show that I have a dermoid ovarian cyst (sounds fantastic!  &#8220;Dermoid cyst of the ovary : A bizarre tumor, usually benign, in the ovary that typically contains a diversity of tissues including hair, teeth, bone, thyroid, etc.&#8221;) but that was not my immediate problem.  I should call the doctor first thing Monday morning to do something about that, but in the mean time I seem to have a kidney infection so I&#8217;m taking antibiotics to deal with that.<\/p>\n<p>I hope this is the last thing that happens for awhile.  I haven&#8217;t felt good since my 35th birthday, 14 months ago.  Granted, a lot of that unwellness was pregnancy related and that was a choice, but I am really tired of being tired and in pain.  I suppose I&#8217;ll have to recover from another surgery with this cyst and then maybe I can be all well.  Pretty please?  <\/p>\n<p>To make the night even better, Elsa was up till 1, then again from 3-5.  Whoo-hoo!  Who needs sleep when you&#8217;ve got an infection and a cyst full of teeth and hair in your ovary?  I&#8217;m not even going to think about the &#8220;usually benign&#8221; comment in the description.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know how to have a great evening of family fun and frolic. Step one: Feel like utter shit. Step two: Realize you have a fever and you are having side pain that ended up knocking you out just two weeks ago. Step three: Decide to go to the ER. If you know me at [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-179","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/179","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=179"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/179\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=179"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=179"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=179"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}