Poetry Friday Spreads the Love, and Say Hello to My Little Friend
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have no Poetry Friday word for tomorrow, have not asked one of you lovely writer/bloggers for one, and have decided to leave the ball in all your respective courts for this week…if you so choose, feel free to make up your own Word for tomorrow and post on it. If you do not choose, please feel free to scour Teh Internets for the wackiest thing you can find, and report it. I’m always up for wacky.
The ‘circumstances beyond my control’? My body. In itself, wacky. Also unpredictable. And gross. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to blog this that won’t have you women grabbing your abdomens and you men running screaming from this blog for the entirety of forever.
Okay. Here’s the best I could come up with.
Tuesday morning, very early, my body decided to recreate the climactic final scene from “Scarface”…y’know the one.
I awoke wondering who stabbed me during the night. Then realizing it was the Crimson Permanent Assurance making it’s monthly cruise into port, but a band of cut-throat pirates had hijacked the ship, and what used to be a voyage on changeable seas became this ‘thing’ of epic, scary proportions.
Am I being vague?
I was hemorrhaging.
Not just ‘Aunt Flo making her monthly visit’, but bleeding like I’d never seen. I don’t even want to try to describe it. Scarface. That’s it.
The on-call OB said that if the flow got “X” intense, and/or if I started to pass out, I should go immediately to the ER.
I corked myself up good and went into work Tuesday morning anyway.
Stupid work ethic.
Around 10:30 a.m., in the middle of a Projects Meeting, the room suddenly started turning gray, I couldn’t hear well, and I could feel myself slipping down the rabbit hole of certain pass-out-ed-ness. I had fortunately told my boss that morning what was going on, and when he saw me ashen, and mumbling, “Uh…I think I’m gonna pass out,” he rushed me to the ER, where my lovely and wonderful husband met us.
Oh baby, I got the workup…IV, foley catheter, pelvic exam, regular ultrasound, ‘interior’ ultrasound with The Wand. There was a lot of waiting. In the end, they didn’t have to give me a transfusion. I was stable, they sent me home with my lab results, and the directive to see my regular OB ASAP.
Wednesday I tried to go to work. Didn’t happen. I spent the day sleeping on the couch with the cat curled up at my feet.
It’s now Thursday, and I am at work. Sitting quietly. The torrent has let up, and is now a regular rain shower, partly cloudy, with chance of calm.
I see my OB this afternoon, where we will discuss my options. I have these, and the best way to get rid of them is this, but it’s just too extreme. For me. Right now.
At least the storm has passed. For a while, anyway.