I've definitely learned the meaning of bad timing throughout the last little while but this one incident in particular was awful timing.
the most inconvenient spot ever.
I woke up and feeling off, kinda sick feeling with a headache. I halfway slept on the couch with Raygan as we watched cartoons and waited for the others to wake up. I mustered up some energy to take the girls to the splash park because my niece is in town and we had to show her a good time of course.
We lasted a couple hours and headed home, as soon as we got home I felt some massive pain in my lower left side of my stomach. I handled the pain for a little while then text Cameron and told him "I hate to complain but...." I'm not a complainer, I just try and handle it. I hold stuff in. So whenever I've had to go to the er he knows it's bad. (Which has seemed like a ton the last couple years) he came home and my best friend came to pick me up. My original plan was to drive but Cameron put a stop to that (thank god)
I have never witness pain like that. Child labor was far less. I have never begged for medication like I did, and I have never sent my friend for a doctor two different times in five minutes.
So many hours later their result was I had a massive UTI. I'm still not fully sure that's what's going on because I've had many in my life and I don't even feel like it. This is the same er that sent me home twice two years ago because they couldn't figure out what was causing my continuous fainting and high temperature, oh and the vomiting, in result it ended up being a miscarriage that was having trouble passing. And again the same er that told me that i "wasn't in pain" enough when I went there for my appendix and what do you know -test and blood levels proved I needed an appendectomy.
So we shall see.