Of course it would happen after Royal left!
Starting Monday I was having this odd sharp pain very very low on my right side and I didn't think much of it at first because it wasn't constant (only happened about 4 times in a row) and wasn't that painful. It wasn't until later that night that I became concerned because I do have a history of what's believed to be ovarian cysts rupturing - incredibly painful.
It continued the next day so I thought I'd better see the doctor. I made an appointment to register with the office the next morning - which where you bring in your paperwork, a urine test, and see a nurse who takes your height and weight pretty much. I requested a pregnancy test because of the pain and the fact that I was late. She took two, both were negative. She said I should make an appointment with a GP.
Went to the front and tried to do that, but apparently over here they don't make appointments ahead of time, so the lady told me to call at 8:00 the next morning. I was pretty worried by this time but I thought, okay that's the way it works here. Until I got back to the office and all the ladies made me call back to say how miserable I was and that I desperately needed to see a GP. And it worked, I had to go down and wait to squeeze in.
When I did, I saw a very nice doctor who had me take another urine sample and another pregnancy test. She thought it could be another cyst, an ectopic pregnancy, or possibly appendicitis. She told me I needed to go to the hospital and I would probably be admitted for overnight.
So far with Royal being gone I've been great, I have my moments but otherwise I'm just fine!
I had no idea where the hospital was (it's not in this town), I was scared of the unknown - I've never stayed in a hospital before, and I had no idea what I would do with my puppy overnight, and the worst: I couldn't speak with Royal!
I fell apart when I got to the car. I don't think I've cried that hard in my life. I drove back to work, got myself together and went in.
And promptly fell apart again - I think I even snorted!
Thankfully I'm very blessed and the ladies rallied around. One of my co-workers offered to take me to the hospital, another got me a cup of tea, ( then they took it away just in case I needed to have tests done - haha) and another got on the phone to the base to let them know what was going on - in case I was admitted, they might bring Royal home.
Which scared me even more than the hospital! I thought, they can't bring him home!! He's out there for a reason, to do his job, and he needs to be there.