Monday, October 21, 2013

Like Father, Like Daughter

My life has never been boring. There is never a dull moment with my family. Being the second oldest of five kids, I'm not only the favorite, but the one that all the 'strange' things tend to happen to. Like, seriously.

During my freshmen year of high school I popped a couple of blood vessels in my hand from 'texting too much'. Seriously. The doctor called it "textenitis". You better believe my parents took my phone away for a loooong time. I had to have my entire arm in a cast for a couple weeks until all of the swelling went down. I even made it into the school newspaper.

Senior year I got stung by a bee, and ended up being hospitalized and needing to have emergency surgery on my hand. Leave it to me to get super sick from the medicines that they were giving me, making my stay at the hospital even longer. Did I mention this happened the last week of my Senior year?

So, naturally, it was only time that something 'exciting' happened to me.

I was over at my friend Ali's house, just laying down, relaxing after waking up early and going to work that Saturday morning. I started to sit up because I had to pee (sorry TMI, but it will make sense in a minute), but I literally could not sit up. I started hysterically laughing because I had no idea what was going on! I started telling Ali through my bursts of laughter that I couldn't sit up, which only made her start dying of laughter herself. I had this terrible pain in my lower right side and I had no idea what was going on. After 5 minutes of not being able to sit up, I called Dr. Mom to see if she could diagnose me from 600 miles away. She thought it was a muscle spasm and suggested that I go take a hot bath to try to relax it. After trying to stand up to get myself to the shower, I started to break down crying. The pain was only getting worse and it was getting hard to breath.

My parents suggested that I call the insurance company to see what the best place (Urgent Care or ER) to go would be. And, with my luck, the women on the phone was useless. So we decided to go straight to Urgent Care; the only problem was that I couldn't get myself down the stairs and into the car. In comes Ali's Uncle Mike, who, so nicely carried my down the stairs and into the car. And off we went.

Once we arrived at Urgent Care, Ali grabbed me a wheelchair and wheeled me inside and got me checked in. Once we got in the back, the nurse took one look at me crying and sitting sideways in the wheelchair (it was more comfortable that way) and said that we needed to get to the ER right away because she thought it could be my appendix. The women didn't even take my vitals. So, off we went.

At this point, I am balling my eyes out because the pain was so bad and I still hadn't peed (an hour had passed by this time). Finally, I get wheeled into the ER hysterically crying, and trying to ignore the nurse who was trying to crack jokes to make me feel better. While the nurse was wheeling me down the hall toward the room I was going to be in, he told me that I had to go in the bathroom and pee in a cup so he could go run some tests on it. Sahweeet. It was the best news I had heard all day!! And let me tell you, I felt like a new woman. #sorrynotsorry #myblognotyours I wasn't completely better, but my pain level went from a 9 to a 4 in 37.82 seconds.

The rest, was a blur. I was given Vicodin, and thats all I remember.
The verdict?
KIDNEY STONES!! (one of the many traits I apparently inherited from my dad)

After being released from the hospital at like 9:30 that night, Ali told me that her and I had been invited to go hang out at our friend Matts house. I was feeling great at this point (drugs, when take appropriately, are a beautiful thing), so of course I wanted to go, even though I knew I looked and felt like death.

I don't remember much from hanging out at Matts house, but I was told afterward by Ali that I was a little rude and bratty. HA oops. I also called my mom that night after we got back from Matts and she told me later that I was talking non-stop....oops.

What's the lesson from this story?
I have the best family and friends ever!! 
and
Don't drink more than one Diet Coke a day because it will give you kidney stones. ;)


No more Diet Coke for me! :(

xoxo,
Mo