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bliumchikAll's well, folks. It took three doctors a nurse and two science fiction books till they decided I had to get an ultrasound before they could confirm that it's NOT appendicitis. It is in fact an ovarian cyst, and a fucking huge one, which will apparantly go away. I feel so comforted.
Yesterday the doctor (some lady I don't know, we got the first available so we waited less than an hour) poked my stomache and said "don't know, don't know, if it gets worse go to emergency". The emergency nurse poked my stomache and told me to do a urine sample, after which I waited a few hours. The doctor poked my stomache and tested the sample for infection and pregnancy. Then she stuck a needle in my arm. After taking a shitload of blood, some of which dripped on my sleeve, she left a tubey thing in there just in case it tested positive and I had to stay overnight, in which case I wouldn't have to get poked again for IV purposes. This left-in needle required a weird styrofoam demi-splint, a shitload of bandaging and what appeared to be a granny hairnet to keep it on. Then we waited another few hours till the surgeon had a break in his schedule, whereupon HE poked my stomache and said to wait till he tested the blood sample. Several hours LATER (with the help of Stan who called my mobile and distracted me from my pain after I finished reading Xenocide by Orson Scott Card) we got told to go get a USS and given a letter for the doctor, whereupon they removed the tube and gave me some nurofen cos the pain had come back.
Today I sat in the medcentre waiting room (which was evilly airconned) reading Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan from twelve till three, whereupon Doctor Campion who apparantly treated me when I was a kid found me an opening at Sydney Xray, where I waited half an hour for a chinese lady who mangled my name to poke my stomache with a sonar machine thing and then another hour and a bi for them to print off the results, which I took back to the doctor, who kindly refrained from poking my stomache again but did make me wait 45 minutes, and got told that I had a huuuuge persistent follicle thing measuring four by six by nine (about 200 cubic centimetres, I calculated), and that if it burst I'd need surgery, but it was more likely to shrink on its own and i'd have to get another ultra sound in three weeks to determine this. Meanwhile I have to take painkillers and avoid contact sports till my muscles get used to the thing and/or it shrinks.
So be warned, don't punch me in the gut or steal my medication for the next few weeks, or you die :P
Yesterday the doctor (some lady I don't know, we got the first available so we waited less than an hour) poked my stomache and said "don't know, don't know, if it gets worse go to emergency". The emergency nurse poked my stomache and told me to do a urine sample, after which I waited a few hours. The doctor poked my stomache and tested the sample for infection and pregnancy. Then she stuck a needle in my arm. After taking a shitload of blood, some of which dripped on my sleeve, she left a tubey thing in there just in case it tested positive and I had to stay overnight, in which case I wouldn't have to get poked again for IV purposes. This left-in needle required a weird styrofoam demi-splint, a shitload of bandaging and what appeared to be a granny hairnet to keep it on. Then we waited another few hours till the surgeon had a break in his schedule, whereupon HE poked my stomache and said to wait till he tested the blood sample. Several hours LATER (with the help of Stan who called my mobile and distracted me from my pain after I finished reading Xenocide by Orson Scott Card) we got told to go get a USS and given a letter for the doctor, whereupon they removed the tube and gave me some nurofen cos the pain had come back.
Today I sat in the medcentre waiting room (which was evilly airconned) reading Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan from twelve till three, whereupon Doctor Campion who apparantly treated me when I was a kid found me an opening at Sydney Xray, where I waited half an hour for a chinese lady who mangled my name to poke my stomache with a sonar machine thing and then another hour and a bi for them to print off the results, which I took back to the doctor, who kindly refrained from poking my stomache again but did make me wait 45 minutes, and got told that I had a huuuuge persistent follicle thing measuring four by six by nine (about 200 cubic centimetres, I calculated), and that if it burst I'd need surgery, but it was more likely to shrink on its own and i'd have to get another ultra sound in three weeks to determine this. Meanwhile I have to take painkillers and avoid contact sports till my muscles get used to the thing and/or it shrinks.
So be warned, don't punch me in the gut or steal my medication for the next few weeks, or you die :P
