I am all poked full of holes, have three hospital bracelets, and my back
is just killing me from laying about on gurneys and hospital beds.

So Wednesday I went and had my bloodwork done, and the ultrasounds, and
the chest x-ray. If I have to fast for tests I am by gosh only going to
do it once!

Wednesday evening, yes after office hours, the clinic called and said
that the doctor wanted to see me first thing in the morning. I did not
feel that this boded well.

Much to my surprise, what she wanted to see me about was my hematocrit.
I was _very_ anemic, the actual result on the test was 4. She told me "I
am not understanding how you are standing up and walking around when you
are this anemic!" Apparently 4 on that test is bad enough to warrant
drastic action. Next thing you know I am in the ER with half a ream of
paperwork. I spent about 12 hours in The ER being poked and prodded by
five different doctors. One of them wanted to do surgery immediately and
so they acted accordingly and starved me all day. They had me admitted
by evening and I spent the night in the hospital getting two units of
blood, while another half dozen doctors went over my tests. At least
they fed me after I was admitted.

This morning I saw two more doctors and they discharged me. I go up to
Roswell on Tuesday.
Apparently the mass in my tummy is so huge that they could not tell where
it started out from with just the ultrasound, so they did a CAT scan
while I was in the ER. According to the doctors I saw this morning, all
the tests have pretty much narrowed it down to three possibilities, but
until they actually are looking inside me and then do pathology on the
mass they cannot be sure exactly which one it is. The options a An
unusual type of fibroid, endometriosis, or ovarian cancer. I am rooting
for fibroids.

Now I am going to go take a nap as they didn't finish getting the blood
in me until about 2:00 in the morning, and the whole time I was hooked up
to it they were coming in every half hour to check me out and make sure
that I wasn't having a bad reaction. Tired am I!

NightMist

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I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. What's your superpower?