I was hoping I would make it without another attack before surgery... well I was not so lucky. Last night I was working a short 4 hour block of overtime; I only had an hour to go when I felt it start. I tried to hang in there but realized quickly it was going to be another bad one.
I called my boss to see if I could leave early since my relief would be in within the hour. Unfortunately I could not leave my partner solo so I had to wait for her to come in and relieve me.
By the time my boss got there I was nauseous, sweating like crazy, and could barely stand up. There was no way I was going to be able to drive home. At this point my best option was to go to the ER for some IV pain medication.
Talk about embarrassing! I think my boss was kind of freaked out by my appearance so she had one of the officers take me to the ER in the back of the squad. Oye. The ER nurse thought I was a prisoner at first. How fun.
When I finally got seen by the ER Dr he checked to make sure I didn't have an infection. If I did, he said they would have to take it out right then. Thankfully I didn't! =) They gave me some morphine and sent me on my way.
*crossing my fingers* that was the LAST freaking attack I will have to deal with!
Oh and to top it all off... I freaking gained SIX pounds overnight! I am hoping and praying that it is all fluid from the two IV bags they pumped into me at the ER. Please oh please may it be that.