My NHS Hospital Visit: Part 1

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! 
Until that. 
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.

Part II    

Comments

[Goalie]

Aw, Kath, yuk! I've got empathy tears. There's not much to say but that I'll definitely be praying for you--for comfort, and for wisdom. Hang in there, woman!

[Kath]

Haha thanks Goalie! That's the best medicine right ;o)

[Citizen Grim]

"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."

Okay, you're my hero for saying that. One of my friends (-ish) is a USArmy wife, and her husband got deploy orders for November, and she said something along the lines of "I hope those in charge decide it's not working and pull everyone out!" It struck me as so selfish and shortsighted, I was caught of guard, had no response.

Heck, I understand why someone would feel that way, but to actually say it, and devalue and undermine her own husband's job that way?? terrible.

[Kath]

Aw, thank you Grim, very much.
I've heard women say things like that as well, and I just don't understand it. But I do understand missing your husband... I just deal with it in a very very different way. A way I personally think is healthier for all involved!
I really appreciated your comment, but I'm no hero. Cannot thank you enough though, you raised my confidence and I needed that :o)