And it sucked.
Big time.
I went to Islamorada with my dear friend, Casey, to teach improv to 75 students, raging in age from adults to elementary school students. It was fun. It was rewarding. It would have been more fun and rewarding had I not been barfing or thinking about barfing all weekend.
Friday morning, I woke up at 3:30am with the worst Charley Horse I had ever experienced. I was soaked in sweat, even though I had gone to bed in a t-shirt and shorts. I had to be up at 5:00am to drive to Boca for our trip, and felt...off. I scarfed some Belvita bars in the car. Casey and I stopped for coffee. And then nausea began.
I held off being sick until our second stop of the day at about 11:00am. We were in a Montessori school in a FREAKING CASTLE, and Casey and I walked outside so I could cool off while we waited for our contact to show up. Casey looked at me and said, "Just go throw up."
I did. It was awful. But I felt better for a bit. That night we went to a fancy party and ate a ton of free food. Went back to the condo and ate junk food, watched Hot Rod, and smoked cigars. The next day we grabbed breakfast and went to teach. And I felt it again. A need to throw up. I dry heaved a couple of times on our way home. Went to bed at 11. Woke up at 11. Slept the whole day. Went to the parents for our pre-Thanksgiving dinner. Threw up. Everything hurt.
I took Monday off of work cause I felt so crappy. Called my lady doctor and left a message with symptoms. They called back at noon for more info. Called again at 2:45 and told me to go to the ER. Got to the ER at 3:30pm and left at 8:00pm. Mom drove me and brought a book from which she read to me aloud. Was diagnosed with Pelvic Inflammatory Disease, which occurs when an infection exists in the body prior to the biopsy they performed and is then spread all over by the procedure.
They put me on an IV drip of antibiotics. Took X-rays, CAT scans, blood work, an ultrasound....which showed that I have a number of fibroids, not the one my doctor told me about.
The largest of which is 1cm across. Not the 7mm that my other doctor said.
They gave me oral antibiotics. Gave me pain pills. And sent me home.
I am going to the doctor today for a follow up. I may have to reschedule my surgery next week. And I feel like absolute shit.
I think I may need to get a new doctor.
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