Looking Up

Now that I'm falling regularly into my schedule, I think I'll be able to blog more frequently now. I don't know why I feel it necessary to blog about my life. I mean... I don't have a lot of readers, my stories aren't that interesting, and everything I post could potentially get me in trouble. Mostly my complaints about my roommates. Oh and then they stumble upon my blog? Oh yes, that will turn out oh so very lovely. So much has happened. So much I can't share about publicly. Even though this is a well kept secret of a blog, there's work related things I'm sure I can't mention.
Did I tell you about my trip to the ER? Oh yes, I actually had to go to the ER this time. I've been having chest pains and stomach cramps lately. Steve had me make an appointment at The Golden Medical Center where my Dad's insurance would take care of me greatly. This woman came in and listened to my complaints and gave a bunch of 'ideas' as to what it could be. She suggested my stomach pains were from an ovarian cyst and that my chest pains were from inflamed cartilage that connects my ribs to my sternum. She told me about some over the counter drugs I can take and they were going to draw blood and contact me again sometime.
So, we went home.
Two days after I had my blood drawn, I was in the shower. I was complaining to Steve before I stepped in about the pain in my stomach. We really thought nothing of it except for the occasional gasp of pain coming from me. Suddenly a sharp pain stabbed my lower left side and I dropped sobbing. Steve caught me and lowered me to the bottom of the tub where I curled up and held myself. He retrieved a towel and ran around the house looking for ibuprofen. He asked if we needed to go to the hospital. I shook my head. He asked again. I firmly said, "No." He didn't know what to do, so he called his mother... a nurse. He told her what was happening and was asking me question in which I was answering in screams. Finally he helps me to the bedroom and starts picking out clothes for me. "Come on. We're going to the hospital."
I get dressed and he takes me to the hospital. The pain is still pretty fierce, but it begins to fade over time. We get to the emergency room and I feel like an idiot. The pain is nothing but a dull annoyance now.
We check in and that doctor's take me in. They ask how I feel and how it felt and assume it's an ovarian cyst. They take me in for an ultra sound.
The warm female doctor is all sweet and soothing and she tells me that I'm going to have to remove my clothes and put on this gown and lay on this angled pillow with my hips directed upwards. She leaves the room and allows me to do so and comes back. She pulls out about a foot long probe and tells me to insert it like a tampon. That way I can be the only one to touch me physically and she wouldn't have to feel awkward peaking on in. So I insert the probe and she starts stabbing around looking at my uterus. She finds no cyst. They send me back to my little room where I wait. Eventually the doctor comes in and explains that it's infectious and to be on antibiotics. There was no way I could go to work that night and wrote me a note. He informed Steve that I had to be on a clear liquid diet. He gave me two pills. One to start my antibiotics and another for the pain and then escorted us out of the emergency back room. So we're in the car driving and Steve calls his mom to tell her how everything went... I was paying attention and all interested and then nothing... I wake up about 5 minutes later to Steve saying, "She's passed out now." I sit up and scream, "NO I'M NOT!"
Eventually he takes me to Walmart to pick up my prescription. He drags me around the store all drugged up. Some crazy stuff was going on for me. At some point, I lost my purse. Steve told me it was in the cart. I asked him where the cart was. Apparently I was pushing it. The good thing was... I found my purse.
Those two days on that clear liquid diet were evil.
A few days later, Steve decided to have us go shopping. We hit all these small towns around town and eventually ended up at the thrift store. Books for $1.00. a VCR for $5. VHS for $1.50. The guy who was running the place was watching us. We were fighting over movies cause I didn't want to spend more than $20 at the thrift store. So He comes over and mentions a sale on the movies. I ask what the sale is. He says, "We'll see when you get to the counter. " So we chat with him and he's a really awesome guy. He asks why the hell two people like us are in Elko, NV. Steve tells him he grew up here and I tell him I grew up in Battle Mountain. He's baffled by how people like us could spawn from this area. We finally bring up all our stuff to check out and he looks at everything and goes, "How's $15 sound?"
OH MY GOD... the amount of shit we bought... for $15? Hell to the yes. He was so cool. So we got all this awesome stuff. Then we bought paint to paint my bike and wood to build a shelf in our room. Steve built the shelf in our room and now we have so much more space to store crap. I bought a bathroom organizer that goes behind the toilet and our bathroom looks so amazing right now.
Seriously... everything has gotten a thousand times better than it already was despite going to the hospital with unexplained problems. Not only that, I know Steve is here to take care of me no matter what. I don't even know how to handle my life right now.