Warning/TMI

So it all started early Sunday morning about 2:30 a.m. I woke up with this horrible pain in my side. I hadn't ever really felt anything like it. I refused to go to the hospital. But Richard was persistent. The pain was getting worse, and I was nauseous. He kept asking for my moms number so she could come be with the kids. But I wouldn't give it to him. Finally when I was doubled over on the floor he retrieved my mom's number from the caller ID. Stinker! The pain was getting worse and worse. When we got there they gave me medication for the nausea and the pain(They only had to give me half a dose. You'll know why that is important in a minute). It worked almost instantly, and I felt much better. I was glad Richard made me go. So they did a CT scan of my abdomen. They thought maybe it was my appendix. Phew!Dodged a bullet there. The last thing I expected them to tell me was, kidney stone. I thought only fat,bald,old men got kidney stones. To top that off it was to big to pass on its own. Great!!! I don't get sick often, but when I do, I go big. They also found bacteria in my urine so they started me on an antibiotic. So I went home with 3 prescriptions, and a referral to see a urologist. Sunday and Monday came and went, and I felt pretty good. I didn't take much of the pain medicine. To tell you the truth I am terrified of it. Big mistake. Monday night around 5:00p.m. the pain came back and it was amplified bye about 3x. This time I couldn't stop throwing up. I threw up all the pain, and nausea medicine. Before the pain came back people kept telling me kidney stones were worse than labor. From the first initial pain I didn't agree. The second time I would. When we got to the hospital I am sure I looked ridiculous. I however did not care. I felt horrible. The guy who was giving me my IV said. "It could be worse. You could have hemorrhoids." What!!! Are you kidding me? I was flipping him off in my head. I'm over it, and me and Richard laugh about it now. At the time it was not funny. They had to give me 3 full doses of pain medicine to make the pain stop. All the medicine made me itchy. We didn't leave the hospital until 12:30 a.m. Thanks to Coreen who let the boys spend the night. Even Tate. She is a trooper. So I continued to take the medication regularly. Tuesday afternoon the pain was slowly coming back. So I took more. I was not ready to hurt like that again, and I didn't want to have to go back to the hospital for a daily dose of morphine. I called the urologist and they said they couldn't get me in until the 31st. I told the lady my situation, and she was so sweet. She snuck me in. I am so grateful to her. So when I got there the Dr was rally nice. Dr. Chung. The nurse said he was Puerto Rican, Jamaican, and Asian. I was glad she explained because he had a really different look. He was tall, had dark skin, and Asian eyes. He also had a strong accent that I just couldn't put my finger on. He explained to me the stone was to big to come out on it's own, and he would have to go get it out surgically. They also put a stint from my bladder to my kidney so the ureter could heal. He also gave me a lecture about taking the pain medicine. "You take medicine, you take as much as you need. Anybody need it, you. Don't be afraid." Yes sir! So they scheduled me right away to get it out. I had to be at the hospital Friday by 11:50. Surgery at 1:50. Done at 4:00. Went home around 5:30. Picked up more prescriptions and dinner. I told you this was going to be TMI. I wasn't planing on blogging about it. It's just better than explaining it over and over.

Big shot out to my parents. My mom who came over in the middle of the night to be with the kids. My dad who came and sat with them while I went to the Doctors. My mom again, who came and got them on Friday so Richard could take me to the hospital. She really showed the kids a good time. She took them to Peter Piper Pizza, swimming, let them watch movies, and they even got to spend the night. I think it drained her, but I am so grateful for all of the help. Thanks, Mom & Dad! Love ya!

I can't forget Richard, He is so good about letting me rest, and gets quite irritated when I try to do anything. I can't help it. I'm just not used to sitting around. Love you Honey!