So, Wednesday night I bled pretty much a lot, then it tapered off. Thursday we went to see Cars 2 (which Boo did pretty well at considering he's 2 1/2), and pretty much right after, the pain started. In between the movie theater and home, I bled through a tampon and a pad. And stuff just sludged out of me. And kept coming. I tried to check the internet - bled through. I tried to eat some - bled through. Sat on the toilet, got the sweats and shakes and nearly threw up and passed out. Moved to the tub so I could lay down. Read that if you were soaking through in less than an hour, plus the pain, you should hie to the ER. So, after half an hour, emotional and heart-wrenching (I really do hate being the center of fussing), I cleaned myself off enough to bundle up a chuck and put on some pants and zoom off to the ER.
They got me in pretty quick, but, guess what, I'd bled through by then again! (And if you've ever seen a medical chuck, you should know how bad that is.) Set me up in a room, the ER doc checked to make sure the pain wasn't caused by a cervical blockage (it wasn't), and I got my first round of excellent drugs. They did blood tests to check my hemoglobin and I bled. Of course, not as much as before, but enough to be uncomfortable. Taken to ultrasound where the tech found stuff still inside my uterus, including the blighted ovum. And we waited. I let my coworker know that I was at the ER and probably wasn't going to be able to make it to work, and she was so amazing about it. (My job is not like an office job where missing one day of work means I just have twice as much the next day. If I miss a day of work, someone gets shafted.)
Finally, we got me prepped for a d&c, and we waited for the OB on call (who happened to be the OB who saw me on Monday - my regular OB's husband, haha). Finally he showed, we discussed the procedure and risk, I asked what I thought were very astute questions, and we moved to surgery prep. Waited some more. THEN, finally, the procedure, which I was blissfully knocked out for. When the anesthesiologist asked me what kind of cocktail (besides the drug one he was giving me) I liked, I responded with Bloody Mary. Then laughed at myself. Ummm, yeah. How apropos. So yeah, blackout. Then waking up in recovery. Then going to a room until I could prove I was able to go home (walk, pee). Then home and passing out. No alarm.
And Boo was absolutely AMAZING the whole time. Yeah, he got squirrely. Yeah, he got a little crazy. He's 2 1/2. But he charmed the staff (wheedled so many snacks and goodies off of them), and kept telling me it was going to be okay and giving me hugs and cuddles, and STAYED UP UNTIL 3AM. When we got home, there was no argument. We took off his shoes and pants and he pulled his own sheet up and zonked out.
All of the staff we encountered (and there were many - I don't even want to know how many individual department bills we're going to get *palmface*) were freakin' brilliant and so, so nice. A+ service. Of course, great treatment and all, I'd rather not have to deal with it again!
But anyway, we're all good here. I scratched the hell out of my right eyelid probably when coming out of anesthesia, and Boo split his lip open by running into a corner of a chair while in the last room (holy shit, I don't blame him - he was manic and tired and hadn't had the good drugs I'd had), and Erik was frazzled all to hell and back and exhausted... But today is a better day. I actually feel pretty much back to normal, only a little abdominal tenderness, some bit of heartache. My body will heal, my heart will heal, and my life will go on.
I just hope I've reached my $2k out of pocket by now...
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