The doctor put me in the hospital for tests and observation. They thought I was developing peritonitis. It wasn't the worst day of my life, I had one that was worse, but it was bad. They started out with an internal ultrasound, then they took blood almost every hour for cultures. I had a CT scan and a pelvic laparoscopy examination. I spent 2 nights there connected to a vital signs monitor. They wouldn't let me get out of bed so the nurse tried for an hour to get a catheter in and finally had to call another nurse and she got it in but not without causing me a lot of pain. They wouldn't let me eat or drink anything except ice chips. My stomach was growling so loud it was keeping me awake. They finally decided I could go home this morning. They told me to eat light and stay in bed for 2 days. I was so hungry on the way home I made my husband stop at McDonald's and I got 2 big breakfasts and ate them all in the car on the way home. When I got home I had to go pee, when it started I screamed so loud my husband came running. They must have damaged something in my bladder because it felt like someone had stabbed me with a red hot poker when urine started flowing. Now I'm afraid to go again.
I feel weak and want my husband to stay with me because I'm scared of getting worse. He is doing my diabetes tests and giving me my insulin. I don't trust myself to do it.




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