Just another day at the hospital:

                It’d been four days since the pain in my uterus had started. But hell, who doesn’t have a bad bout of PMS. I went to work in a great mood and couldn’t wait to start the day.  Shit happens and I leaned over to my coworker and said, “This maybe TMI but I’m having some lady issues” he smiled at me. Told me that everything was ok.  An hour into my shift before I feel a crunching. I take a moment to sit down in private. Nothing an anti-inflammatory, I went to stand and I doubled me over.

                Hot waves and sweat began to pour over my face. I got up from my seat, took a step and literally hit a wall. I rubbed the side of my head and took a deep breath. I felt shaky waves of dizziness rattle my bones.   I can do this, it’s nothing. Been through worse.   I got back to my work area and I stopped.  The world warbled into the bipolar radio sounds of light 104.5, the only station we could manage to gain. MY co worker stopped his work and asked if I was okay.  I gave my typical crooked smile and told him I was alright. He was not buying the bullshit that I was selling. He says that I was paler or paler than usual. On a weird side note I was wearing more makeup than usual. I had laughed that maybe I needed to change brand in bronzer but then again everything seemed a little bit funny.

                MY training kicked in and I started to take a mental list of the symptoms. Logic would dictate that medical attention was necessary. No, I can make it. This is something I could fight. Another the cramp followed the hot, panting nausea doubled me over once more.  I needed to get to a doctor. My kind hearted co worker offered to drive me.  No, I can at least do this.  I left and sat in my car for a moment and fell asleep for a moment. I jerked awake and called the office and yet, no doctor as avail. I started driving slowly to the ER. But the dizziness got the better of me and I took a curb on the way. I parked the car and fell asleep in the car. When I came to, I continued to the hospital.

                I walked through the door and gingerly made my way to the desk were a warm personality of a cheery ER attendant. She worked on keeping me distracted but not enough that the intervals of symptoms were lost on me. With a heart of gold she assured me that the doctor would assist me soon.  Within moments a nurse was in attendance and to be honest it was a first. There was a time when I was literally bleeding out in the waiting room for well over 2 hours.  

                It was an awful realization when the questions started. How’s your employment, I gave a sad laugh.  Are you married? I laughed harder and my eyes began to well with tears.  Thankfully she understood having been the particular situation, my tears didn’t fall. It seemed to me it was yet another memory revealing itself in the most inappropriate way. While sitting there talking with the nurse, I find out that a system glitch had a occurred yet again, my files were wiped clean during a system switch over. I knew that behind those doors, I had been held down. I knew that behind those doors, the cancer treatments and possible tumor discovery were haunting me like ghosts in a dank hall. Do you have any family? She inquired and a numbness took over with the answer of “No.” There is no one. Once again, I was alone but thankfully she understood and no one more questions were asked.

                I have the unfortunate problem with reading medical dictionaries and journals. Maybe monitoring condition isn’t the best idea I had ever had but to me, the devil is in the details.  A half hour later a jovial doctor joins me in the thinly veiled room and asked me what the problem was. In waves of even worse pain I had explained the chain of events and with a sense of condensing manner.  He brushed me off as if, it was no big deal. He said to me, “What do YOU think it is.” I looked him into the eye and said, “It is not situations of what is wrong but that the combined symptoms and how rapid they have come on.” He gave me a smirk and left the room. I stayed curled up on the hospital bed for well over an hour. I heard whispered hushes from the doctor’s and nurse’s mouth. I’m in pain, not def. eventually the sweet numbness set in. After a while, if I’m in pain for too long my body goes numb and thankfully as does my mind.

                The doctor came back in with a solemn sense and confirmed that something had been wrong not  only wrong but moving to my kidneys and diagnosed me with vertigo. Kidney pain, I could handle but vertigo? What the fuck. However, I was blessed with the epsilon salt fairy and cheap meds are putting back on track. I really want a cheese burger right now, with fried and cheese. DAMN you burger king! Damn you Arby’s for not being closer! But don’t worry,
I’m a fighter and damn it. I got too much shit to do for this! I’ve officially become too tired to write any more. Good night sportsfans and as always. I’ll be back.