moocow
06-19-2004, 12:33 PM
Okay. So most of you know, I had a cyst. I won't say where, but to get my drift, it was in a very uncomfortable place.
So my day starts at about 11:30, when my mom came and woke me up to tell me... "Chandra, there's a transvestite fixing our washer." :odd: "How do you know they're a transvestite, mom?" So, she proceeds to tell me all about him. He had dark hair with a receeding hair line, and his hair was pulled back into a bun with a scrunchie. He had on foundation that was at least 3 shades lighter than his skin, bright blue eyeshadow, bright pink blush, red lipstick, mascara, the works. His fingernails were long, blue and pointed. He had on a work uniform, which had make-up all over the collar. So I asked her, "How do you know that he just didn't get into a fight with a clown?" We laughed. THen he came to the door. I *had* to see this.
No lie, the man looked like Mimi from Drew Carey. And he had the manliest voice ever. My mom forgot the detail about the noticably stuffed bra he was wearing. (Please, no one take offense to the above paragraphs).
So, I go to get on the computer and check my email and stuff, and find it's very hard to sit in the chair. So I sigh, and sit on the couch. At this point, walking without pain is near impossible, so I yell for my sister and her friend and ask them to make me breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast with butter & jelly. My sister is DA BOMB at scrambled eggs, but she let her friend make them. Her burnt them to no end. And then, she barely toasted my bread. *sigh* But at this point, I was starving so I ate it anyway.
I get up and hobble to the bathroom, about 2 hours later after taking a restless nap on the love seat, and find that my cyst has in fact, ruptured and started bleeding. So I come running out of the bathroom, freaking out, "Mom! It's bleeding!"
So she asks, "Are you sure it's the cyst?" Well jeez, if it's not the cyst, then it's even more serious that I'm bleeding from that area. *duuuuh* So, she busy trying to get stuff straightened out with my nieces who have no clothes, the youngest one is sick, and my sister isn't home and the girls have no way in the house. Therefore, I had to call Steve at work and have him take me to the hospital (my OBGYN wasn't in yesterday, go fig.). He gets here, and we rush to the hospital. I sign in, and the lady at the desk says, "There's two people in front of you." I think, GREAT! This won't take long at all.
I sat there for - no joke - 4 fucking hours. In the most uncomfortable chairs ever. 4 hours is a long time when you're pregnant, hungry, and bleeding with no clue what's going to happen. I ate two little bags of cheez-its, some pop-tarts, and a bottle of water. I ate out of a vending machine, fun. Anyway... We watched a suicidal 8 year old beat the shit out of the triage nurse, screaming about how he tried to kill himself, we continuously heard about the woman with failing kidneys and liver being transported to OSU medical center (I still wonder if she ever got there), we had a kid come in who almost cut his leg off who got rushed back, two kids with bad sunburns came in, and got rushed back. An old guy twisted his ankle.. and got rushed back. Some old woman came in because her back hurt, got rushed back. A guy, maybe 30 years old, had a sore leg, got rushed back. I'm sitting here, pregnant, and bleeding, for four hours. Sadly, though, in those 4 hours, a little boy drowned and may have died before he got the hospital, but I didn't hear anything else about it.
So, we're nearing in on the first 3 hours, and this woman comes in, complaining because HER BLADDER IS COMING OUT OF HER! She wound up having to sit and wait. But only for about an hour.
So anyway, I finally got called back, and of course, I have to get nekkid. The doctor comes in, tells me it's an infected Bartholin's Gland (after I told him that's what I thought it was, he probably thought it was something else). So, he gets out his little light, rubs the lump some, then squeezes and pinches it as hard as he can! OH MY GOD, it hurt so bad. I cried. Like a fucking baby, but DAMN. Guys, imagine someone grabbing one of your balls and just squeezing the shit out of it, with no remorse. *shudders* "Well, Chandra, it's already drained so we don't have to cut it open!" Well, thank the good lord for that... I couldn't imagine having him down there with a scalpel. *cries*
So, they perscribe me with some antibiotics that, in the words of the russian nurse "Shouldn't hurt the baby." Shouldn't? Well, that's comforting. They also give me some iodine swabs to clean it with, and, get this... Vicodin, for the pain. :odd: That hospital always gives vicodin, I've known that for years. But I've never heard of the idiots giving it to pregnant women. The Russian nurse said, "Now, what you take, the baby takes, so only take 2 if the pain is unbearable." Yeah, I think I'll suffer.
I finally leave the hospital at 9. We got there at about 4:30. I was back in a room for about 30 minutes, 20 minutes were just waiting on the nurse to get back with my perscription paper and shit.
We leave, we eat, we come home, and it all ended with retarded movies with bad actors, cleaning myself, watching cartoons with my 19 year old boyfriend, and going to sleep.
Hospitals suck.
So my day starts at about 11:30, when my mom came and woke me up to tell me... "Chandra, there's a transvestite fixing our washer." :odd: "How do you know they're a transvestite, mom?" So, she proceeds to tell me all about him. He had dark hair with a receeding hair line, and his hair was pulled back into a bun with a scrunchie. He had on foundation that was at least 3 shades lighter than his skin, bright blue eyeshadow, bright pink blush, red lipstick, mascara, the works. His fingernails were long, blue and pointed. He had on a work uniform, which had make-up all over the collar. So I asked her, "How do you know that he just didn't get into a fight with a clown?" We laughed. THen he came to the door. I *had* to see this.
No lie, the man looked like Mimi from Drew Carey. And he had the manliest voice ever. My mom forgot the detail about the noticably stuffed bra he was wearing. (Please, no one take offense to the above paragraphs).
So, I go to get on the computer and check my email and stuff, and find it's very hard to sit in the chair. So I sigh, and sit on the couch. At this point, walking without pain is near impossible, so I yell for my sister and her friend and ask them to make me breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast with butter & jelly. My sister is DA BOMB at scrambled eggs, but she let her friend make them. Her burnt them to no end. And then, she barely toasted my bread. *sigh* But at this point, I was starving so I ate it anyway.
I get up and hobble to the bathroom, about 2 hours later after taking a restless nap on the love seat, and find that my cyst has in fact, ruptured and started bleeding. So I come running out of the bathroom, freaking out, "Mom! It's bleeding!"
So she asks, "Are you sure it's the cyst?" Well jeez, if it's not the cyst, then it's even more serious that I'm bleeding from that area. *duuuuh* So, she busy trying to get stuff straightened out with my nieces who have no clothes, the youngest one is sick, and my sister isn't home and the girls have no way in the house. Therefore, I had to call Steve at work and have him take me to the hospital (my OBGYN wasn't in yesterday, go fig.). He gets here, and we rush to the hospital. I sign in, and the lady at the desk says, "There's two people in front of you." I think, GREAT! This won't take long at all.
I sat there for - no joke - 4 fucking hours. In the most uncomfortable chairs ever. 4 hours is a long time when you're pregnant, hungry, and bleeding with no clue what's going to happen. I ate two little bags of cheez-its, some pop-tarts, and a bottle of water. I ate out of a vending machine, fun. Anyway... We watched a suicidal 8 year old beat the shit out of the triage nurse, screaming about how he tried to kill himself, we continuously heard about the woman with failing kidneys and liver being transported to OSU medical center (I still wonder if she ever got there), we had a kid come in who almost cut his leg off who got rushed back, two kids with bad sunburns came in, and got rushed back. An old guy twisted his ankle.. and got rushed back. Some old woman came in because her back hurt, got rushed back. A guy, maybe 30 years old, had a sore leg, got rushed back. I'm sitting here, pregnant, and bleeding, for four hours. Sadly, though, in those 4 hours, a little boy drowned and may have died before he got the hospital, but I didn't hear anything else about it.
So, we're nearing in on the first 3 hours, and this woman comes in, complaining because HER BLADDER IS COMING OUT OF HER! She wound up having to sit and wait. But only for about an hour.
So anyway, I finally got called back, and of course, I have to get nekkid. The doctor comes in, tells me it's an infected Bartholin's Gland (after I told him that's what I thought it was, he probably thought it was something else). So, he gets out his little light, rubs the lump some, then squeezes and pinches it as hard as he can! OH MY GOD, it hurt so bad. I cried. Like a fucking baby, but DAMN. Guys, imagine someone grabbing one of your balls and just squeezing the shit out of it, with no remorse. *shudders* "Well, Chandra, it's already drained so we don't have to cut it open!" Well, thank the good lord for that... I couldn't imagine having him down there with a scalpel. *cries*
So, they perscribe me with some antibiotics that, in the words of the russian nurse "Shouldn't hurt the baby." Shouldn't? Well, that's comforting. They also give me some iodine swabs to clean it with, and, get this... Vicodin, for the pain. :odd: That hospital always gives vicodin, I've known that for years. But I've never heard of the idiots giving it to pregnant women. The Russian nurse said, "Now, what you take, the baby takes, so only take 2 if the pain is unbearable." Yeah, I think I'll suffer.
I finally leave the hospital at 9. We got there at about 4:30. I was back in a room for about 30 minutes, 20 minutes were just waiting on the nurse to get back with my perscription paper and shit.
We leave, we eat, we come home, and it all ended with retarded movies with bad actors, cleaning myself, watching cartoons with my 19 year old boyfriend, and going to sleep.
Hospitals suck.