Sunday evening I visited our local emergency room for some sharp and extremely painful cramps. I ended up leaving with antibiotics that make me puke, painkillers that make me dizzy, and the lovely experience of my first CT scan.
I will say, it was weird being at the hospital by myself but the husband was wrangling the kids. It was for the best.
And a Schoolhouse Rock marathon was on, so there was that.
I'm fine, I'll survive and as of right now (after seeing a surgeon this morning) we're just playing it by ear - if the pain gets worse, I'll have an ultrasound.
Keep me in your thoughts, all! An infant who thinks sleeping is silly, a pit bull who barks at nothing in the middle of the night and a threenager who uses the excuse of, "I need to poop!" to get out of everything are leaving me more than slightly exhausted.