Hospital Visits And The Run-A-Round

"So long as we love we serve;
So long as we are loved by others,
I would almost say that we are indispensable;
And no one is useless while they have a friend."
~Robert Louis Stevenson

You think anything in my life can go according to plan? I am beginning to question this and I am getting really frustrated. At the beginning of the week, I had this pain in my abdomen. I didn’t think too much of it, but in made me nauseous. However, I decided that it was just a bug and it would go away with sleep. Yeah, not so much.
 
On Wednesday I decided to go to the health center and get checked out. They ran a battery of tests, let me just say that I have been violated in so many ways, and they referred me to the hospital. They said it could either be the early onset of an appendicitis or it could be an ovarian cyst.
They sent me to the radiology part of the hospital to have a CT scan done. I couldn’t drive myself because they wouldn’t allow me. I couldn’t get a hold of Darry, Dulce, Harvey, or anyone else, so I called Kenya and he gave me a lift. We hung out in the waiting room while I got to drink a Banana Smoothie Barium drink. I don’t need anymore banana flavored stuff.
 
They try to put an IV in me and can’t because I’m dehydrated. Well, when you wake up and your breakfast consists of Sprite and Saltines because you want to throw up, not much is going to sound appealing. That and at the health center they wouldn’t allow me to drink anything in case it was an appendicitis. So they had to get the IV therapy people to put my IV in so they could shoot my body up with iodine.
 
They scanned me and informed me that I had a ovarian cyst about 4.7 centimeters big. That they would like to remove it in the next 48 hours, but I can go home for the evening. Well, my mother talked to my doctor back home and he was pissed that they were releasing me when they wanted to have this removed.
 
My insurance won’t cover a surgery in the town of my Uni, unless it is an emergency and this doesn’t qualify. So my doctor told me to come back home and to go to my OB/GYN and they could do the surgery here. Well, I get there and my OB/GYN is in surgery on Thursdays, so he couldn’t see me. However, his co-doctor saw me, but he didn’t have any of my folder because they hadn’t couriered over the charts on me and the hospital back at Uni hadn’t faxed my paperwork like they said they were going to.
 
So therefore this doctor told me that he would not recommend surgery, but provided me with some painkillers for the time being. I am suppose to go see my OB/GYN tomorrow and he is going to make the decision. However, the doctor that I saw this morning said that it would detrimental to my health to have them remove this cyst.
 
He suggested that we just wait and see what occurs and then make a decision later on if it gets bigger. Okay, so am I just not suppose to drive? Or eat? Or be able to pay attention in class? The last time I had a cyst they scheduled the surgery for two days after we found it. They told me that I couldn’t drive or do anything similar in case it bursts. If I were driving, it would hurt so bad that I could get into an accident.
 
However, I’m so nauseous that I can’t eat much. I can’t focus in class because it hurts. And right now I really want to cry because I don’t know what is going to happen in the next few days. I don’t have time for this. If they were to do the surgery today or tomorrow, I would have the weekend to heal up and go from there. However, I doubt they will and what if it happens to get bigger and I do have to have surgery. That would occur at a horrible time.
 
I’m just so frustrated. I want to crawl under my duvet and cry. At least I have my dog here.