The ER Trip from Hell

This week has been rough to say the least.  As we embark on the ttc journey again, I have again started seeing my RE and we are back to the same regimen we used to get pregnant with Bailey.  The difference this time though is that I am already lighter than I was when we got pregnant with Bailey.  My physiology is different.  And let me tell you...after 9 months of not being on any fertility medications...my body sure as crap is not liking it right now. 

We spent Tuesday night in the emergency room, because I had pain on my right side ALL day on Tuesday, and it progressively got worse throughout the day.  I was 99.9% sure it is hyperstimulation of my ovaries, but I was concerned it might be my appendix. 

We went to Urgent Care.  They didn't have the equipment to treat me, so I was sent to the ER.  I had a Dr. at the ER (who I will from here on out refer to as Dr. F) who looked like he was 15 years old, and had horrible bedside manner.  Here's how our night went....

We arrived at the ER at 7:15'ish.  We checked in and was taken back fairly quicklike.  I get in the bed, and the nurse starts asking questions.  I tell him what's going on, and midway through going through that, in comes Dr. F.  Dr. F starts asking me the same questions.  I tell him I am hurting on the right side, I am on Femara, and I just started an antibiotic because I am having an HSG done on Thursday.  Both the nurse and the Dr. asked "What's an HSG".  I tell them "the test where they inject dye into my uterus and then take xrays".  Both of them look extrememly confused.  Eventually Dr. F figured it out.  While he starts the next set of questions, the nurse sticks me to take blood and to put the little thing in my arm that will allow them to give me medication later that makes me VERY drowsy and VERY loopy.

Dr. F proceeds to ask me if I have had any surgeries.  I answer "Yes, a c-section in April, and I had a uterine septum removed a couple of years ago".  Dr. F proceeds to ask "What did you have a c-section for?"  What went through my head was "Duh, Dr. Genious...what do you normally have a c-section for?", but I responded "to deliver my daughter.  She was born at 23 weeks".  Dr. F "23 weeks is really early, you know?"  Mental response was getting uglier with each STUPID question.  Me:  "Yes, I know that.  I went into pre-term labor and was fully dilated when I got here".  Dr. F "Why a c-section though?"  Me:  "She was transverse".  Dr. F "So, it was a girl...how is she doing?"  Adam stepped in at that point and said "She didn't make it".  Dr. F then says "Oh, well, you know there isn't a good survival rate at 23 weeks".  For real?!  I thought I was going to choke him then and there.

They did an ultrasound, and didn't find much.  It took the woman FOREVER to do the ultrasound.  I think she was in there for probably 30-45 minutes doing the ultrasound...the internal ultrasound.  They couldn't check my appendix because it requires a CT scan, and they didn't want to risk that with my cycle being where it is.  Dr. F came back in my room at about 9:45 and told me it doesn't look like hyperstimulation, so there isn't anything else he can do for me.  He tells me they are going to draw up they paperwork to discharge me.  It was an hour later before we were discharged. 

Dr. F and I did not mesh very well.  The nurse was okay...my arm STILL hurts from where he stuck me to get blood.  It was just a crappy experience overall.  I would have been okay with the 15 year old looking Dr. if he wouldn't have asked me stupid questions, or made some of the comments he made.

It was the ER trip from hell...and still found out NOTHING!