So, just one week after Christmas, a day full of many pleasant surprises, we have been granted some not so pleasant surprises. It is 7AM on January 2, 2008 and I have not been to bed yet. Ben and I just had the fun experience of spending the evening in the emergency room. Why the emergency room in the middle of the night? Well, last night at about midnight I was getting ready for bed. Mind you, I was really sick yesterday with a soar throat, earache and achiness so I hadn't even gotten out of my pajamas all day. Getting ready for bed consisted of brushing my teeth and washing my face. During that process I was struck with extreme pain in my pelvis. Now, to be honest, this is not an uncommon occurance for me. Having stage 4 endometriosis pretty much guarantees me my fair amount of pelvic pain, but this was pretty extreme and it came on really fast and really strong. Within 5 minutes I was crouched on all 4 in the middle of the living room unable to move, crying, sweating and eventually throwing up (sorry for the graphic details) everything I had eaten for the entire day. The vomiting lasted for about 30 minutes, I was sweating profusely and felt like there was nothing I could do to escape the pain. In the middle of this I asked my wonderful husband to give me a priesthood blessing, which he did. Honestly, within minutes I had stopped vomitting and was able to move onto the couch, a grand feat considering the pain I had been feeling moments before. I am grateful for small blessings. After the throwing up subsided, the pain spread from my pelvis area to cover my entire abdomen. Thankfully I have a father who can be woken at 1AM. He called my uncle, Kevin Johnson M.D. and I was instructed that if the pain was not gone within 30 minutes after taking 2 vicodin (sp?) we should go to the Emergency Room. Let me tell you people, that was the LAST thing we wanted to do. The timing of this was awful. I was covered on Ben's health insurance until 12/31/2007 (yes, 2 days ago), and became eligible for my health insurance as of yesterday (a vacation, so none of the paperwork is filled out or turned in). We had no idea if any of it would be covered. I have expressed to you how stressed we have been about money...to pay for an emergency room visit and everything that may go along with it was not the option we wanted. We waited...and waited...and waited. Finally, at 3AM, after 3 hours of tremendous pain, we decided we needed to go. We proceeded to the American Fork hospital, me decked out in my pajamas, a bathrobe and a winter coat over top. I looked hot! So, we were there for 3.5 hours and after multiple tests it has been decided that I will be going in for my second laparscopic surgery in 12 months. The doctor, (who by the way was Steve Young's brother) wanted me to come in for surgery today, but I explained the whole insurance situation and asked if it could wait a day. He told me, "it's up to you, can you handle the pain?". So, it looks like I will be going in for surgery in the next couple of days. We are PRAYING that everything with the insurance works out, if not, we might be beggin on the streets by the time this whole thing is over. I know the Lord will provide, but it's a scary position to be in.
Sorry to give you all the details, but it was quite the adventure and one I wanted to share! I hope everyone had a happy new year and a better night that I did, haha!
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