I have a stomachache.
This is day 2 of Tummy Watch. It's not something that most people would freak out about. I mean, it's just a slight rumbling and queasiness that comes and goes. I do believe that I can trace its roots to my excessive coffee consumption but there's not enough proof that the coffee is the cause for me to shake the quaking fear I get whenever I have an upset stomach.
I cannot erase the memory of the stomach flu that wasn't the stomach flu which landed me in the E.R. getting cat scans which found a giant cyst of random human body parts (it's called a dermoid cyst. Look it up if you're into that kind of thing. It's kind of gross) that decided to attach itself to my ovary. I'll never forget being wheeled down to surgery and bawling hysterically. The nurses quietly patted my arms that were strapped to the gurney but didn't try to calm me down. When my doctor walked in, she lifted her eyebrows and asked what was wrong.
Wrong? WRONG? You're going to cut me open. I'm going under general anesthesia because the damn thing is so big you need to deliver it like a c-section baby. It could be benign but my family has a history of cancer and I wasn't ready to just brush off the possibility that they might find extra stuff in there (Which they did! An extra cyst on my other ovary, just for kicks. Just a little guy, about the size of a golf ball instead of the size of a canteloupe like the other one).
What's WRONG? I was positive that something was going to go amiss and I would die leaving 2 little boys in the care of their father who would certainly find someone else to marry and become their mom and I would be forgotten like last week's meatloaf.
What was WRONG?!? Snot ran down my face and into my armpits. She thoughtfully wiped my cheeks and told them to just knock me out. It worked pretty damn fast because the next thing I remember was waking up in recovery with the mother of a boy I liked in grade school as my nurse. Oh, the stories my non-lucid mind told! No wonder they don't allow family in the recovery room after surgery; It was like truth serum. Nothing was held back, I tell you. NOTHING.
(Hope I never run into her again!)
My recovery after that sucked. I got an infection in my stomach incision and caught a cold which made the staples open up and rip with every cough. It was a lovely 3 weeks of "healing" and it left me hating doctors even more than I did before.
So, when I get a stomach ache and then have a nightmare about being forced to go to the doctor, I start to get angsty and antsy and freaked out. The logical answer to the question in mind of "Do I have cysts again? Will this be another horrible experience?" would be to go to the doctor.
But I'm pretty damn sure it's just the coffee... And nobody has called me "logical" in a long time.
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13 comments:
Oh my. I don't mean to laugh but you really do crack me up.
I sure hope it is just the coffee. It sounds like a completely miserable experience.
Everytime I'm not feeling good I think I'm pregnant. Cause I usually am. ;)
I think you have every right to freak out. Each and every time. Here's hoping it's just the coffee.
OH. Oh, no... I hear you, Tracey, and I so hope that it's only too much coffee! Many squishy, internet-sent hugs for you!
Yipes! That's quite an ordeal. i hope you are feeling better soon. Coffee will do it...but what mom can survive without it?
Oh no! That is so scary. I'm hoping that it is just the coffee. I can't imagine how scary that must have been. I'll be thinking of you.
Gah. I now have a stomach ache and seriously freaking out.
I had a fibroid tumor the size of a grapefruit removed. I get it I totally get it.
oh man. i hope it's just the coffee (that's what it's doing to me too). a friend of mine had a tennisball size dermoid cyst removed not long ago, so i know what it is and the mere thought of it makes ME go all queasy.
all the best, and i can totally understand you were a bit hysteric at the time. doctors and nurses are sometimes so dumb.
It's the coffee. You're fine. Of course you have every right to be concerned. Want me to say it again?
Hope you're feeling better.
omg I can relate! I had a cyst on my left ovary once, luckily it went down on its own and I did not need surgery, but I too, went to the ER. But it honestly was the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. I remember waking up in the middle of the night very suddenly, in this unbelievable amount of pain, I couldn't even move. I was alone in my apartment, my roommate stayed at her parents that night. I could reach my phone next to my bed and called my mom bawling. I didn't want to call an ambulance, my apt. door was locked so they'd have to break in somehow since I couldn't get up, and Lord knows I couldn't afford the damages, so I laid there for about 10 min until I could move. I think it took me 10 min just to walk to the door. I drove myself to the ER and cried the whole way there. It was so awful!! It went down within hours though. But yes, every time I get some sharp pain or cramp, I'm super paranoid about it!
I know this fear all too well. I hope and pray it is just the coffee.
I hope it's just the coffee; I understand why you'd be nervous.
I think logic goes out the window when you have kids. It did for me, a little more with each one, so that now, I am a snotty, irrational, convinced-of-the-worst mess anytime I get sick.
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