Medical_Probelms

Medical Problems Medical Problems is something that has always followed me but it was never this bad until one day when I was at work. I was with a customer telling her about the furniture that she was about to purchase. We were walking up to the bedroom set that she was interested in and I fell to the floor. I started hurting so bad as if my life was ending. It was like a thousand knives stabbing me in the lower stomach. The customer asked me if I were ok and I told her no please get my manager. I was so embarrassed because this was happening at work but I knew I couldn’t help it. My manager ran up to me and asked if I were ok and I told him no. He then per seeded to help me out of the floor and I told the customer I would be back in just a minute. I went to my manager’s office and told him that I needed to take the rest of the day off and try to feel better. After my manager insisted I go to the doctor I told him I was just going to see if I would feel better first before I went. I went and got my things and told my customer that someone else was going to help her that I was going to go home and try and feel better. She told me that she would pray for me and that I just needed to keep my head up and see what the problem was. After I got home I took a long bath trying to ease the pain. Time went by and the pain got worse and worse. I got out of the bath and I was in so much pain I could barely move. I got the phone that was next to me and called my boyfriend asking him to please come home that there is something wrong with me and I needed to go to the doctor. He told me that he would be home in about 10 minutes. When he walked in the door he came to ask me what all was happening and called my doctor. My doctor said for me to come see her immediately. When my boyfriend told me that the doctor wanted to see me immediatelyI knew it couldn’t be good. My boyfriend picked me up and carried me to the doctor’s office. When we got there my doctor asked me what all happened and I told her as if she were there. She told me that she was going to do a pap smear and ultra sound on me to see if she could see what was going on. When she did she saw that my right ovary was swollen the size of a grapefruit or bigger. She told me that she was going to have to do emergency surgery to remove that ovary. I couldn’t have been any more scared then I was. She told me to go to the hospital as soon as I left her office and go sign in that she would be there shortly. I had never had any surgery before so you can imagine how scared I was. As me and my boyfriend left the doctor’s office I called my family to let them know and they were all so shocked because this was the first they had heard about it. My mom was so upset because she lived in Texas and I lived in South Carolina and she knew she wouldn’t be able to make it to my surgery… All she could do was tell me that she is praying for me and everything would be ok. I went in the hospital and I was waiting for my doctor. The nurse came in the room and told me to put on this gown before my surgery. I remember going into my surgery and then waking up in the recovery room. It felt like only about 5 minutes had past. I didn’t know it already happened. I left the hospital the next day and my doctor told me to take it easy for a few days. I went home and I felt like a new person. My boyfriend helped make my food and was there to wait on my hand and foot for the next three days as I recovered. On the fourth day I felt so much better I thought I was ready to go back to work. I went back to work and carried on with my life like everything was normal. Four weeks went by and I started feeling really bad again except this time it was so much worse I was in excruciating pain and this time I didn’t only feel like I was being stabbed by a thousand knives I was also vomiting. I knew in my head that something else was wrong and maybe my doctor just didn’t catch something when she did my surgery. My boyfriend decided that I go to the hospital so he rushed me there and I sat in the hospital for four hours before they called my name I was crying my eyes out and pretty much screaming I was in so much pain and the people at the hospital acted like it was nothing. So when they called my name and I went back to see the doctor at the hospital they just kind of acted like I was some druggy at the hospital trying to get pain medicine they just said here is some pain medicine you can go home now. I was so mad because they treated me so badly. When we got home I laid down on the couch waiting for my doctor’s office to open up. When her office opened up my boyfriend decided to take me to see my doctor. When I got there my doctor tried to just put me on some medicine to see if that helped with my pain. I was not satisfied with that so I insisted that she do another pap smear and ultra sound because I know my body and I knew for sure that something bad was going on. My doctor agreed that she would do those tests and when she did she was so happy that I insisted it be done because this time my left ovary was swollen worst than my right one was and my left ovary had cysts bursting all over it and my doctor saw that my uterus was abnormally small. She told me that she thinks that I needed to have a hysterectomy fairly soon so she scheduled it for a few day later. I was so scared but once again I knew it had to be done. The only thing that would run through my mind was that I could never have kids and I love kids so much. My boyfriend and I left the doctor’s office and we discussed it and we decided that this is the best thing for me and that one day we could adopt kids that needed a good home and make better lives for them. We called my family to tell them and I called my mom. She was so upset but she told me that she wanted to be there during my surgery so bad but that she didn’t have the money to come. I was upset but I understood. A few days later I went to the hospital to have my surgery. The nurse walked in the room with my anesthesiologist and they explained to me what was going to happen. They left the room and told me that the doctor would be in there soon to get me. As soon as they left my mom walked in and I cried so much but it was happy tears. I was so scared until I saw my mom. She eased my mind of being scared because I knew she wouldn’t let anything happen to me. The doctor came in the room to get me and I don’t remember much after that. I do remember going into the recovery room screaming for my mom and boyfriend. I wanted them so bad. The staff in the recovery room wouldn’t let them in. Again time went by and they took me to a regular room I was so happy to see my whole family. I stayed in the hospital for four more days and they sent me home. My doctor told me my recovery time would be anywhere from six to eight weeks so my mom decided to stay the whole time. She took care of me so good. Eight weeks later I felt like a new women and I had a completely new outlook on life. I feel like know everything happens for a reason and god would not put you through something that you couldn’t get through. Now I am a much calmer person and I try to give other young women advice if they are having health problems. I tell them that they need to go see a doctor before it is too late. I drive a lot slower now and I am a much nicer person. I guess that is because I am not in any pain anymore. My advice to everyone is to keep your head up and have faith. You can do anything and overcome anything if you put your mind to it and have faith.