As I went to the doctor's today I couldn't help but be a little worried. I've been have constant ovarian pain for the past three weeks and nothing helps relieve the pain for longer than a few minutes. As I sat in the examination room waiting for the nurse to see me I started feeling a heavy wave of nausea overcome me suddenly. The room started to spin violently as sweat poured of my head in large drops. That's when the pain hit, searing hot white pain in my ovaries pushing out, I thought I might rupture. Curling in a ball to try and relieve some of the pain I heard the click of the door open and a gasp as the nurse rushed to me asking what was wrong. I couldn't reply, only shaking my head was all I could do as the edges of my vision started to mist over my eyes.
When I woke I was no longer in the clinic's room but in some hospital's emergency room. Iv's hooked up to a bag, blood pressure cup now releasing it grip on my arm, and multiple sticker attacked to my chest attacked to the heart monitor and another machine that I couldn't remember name was. The beeping of the heart monitor started to speed up as I unknowingly started to go into an anxiety attack. A man came in and injected something into the Iv tube that was attached to my hand. He turned around to the sink as I tried ti calm myself down by my eyes and thought kept moving all around the room. The man turns back handing me a cup of water introducing himself as Dan and that he was a LPN assigned to watch over me for when I wake up again and that he just gave an anti-anxiety to help. He explained to me that I blacked out at the clinic after having an episode and they called for the ambulance to take me to St. Anthony's Hospital. I looked at him shaking with anxiety of being here and why I was in the first place.
After a few minutes the medication started to work a little and I could breathe without my throat tightening up. Dan gave me a small smile as I took several deep breaths to get my body under control before he left saying he go tell the doctor that I have woken up. By myself I realized I wasn't in complete agony as I was prior to my black out. Though I did wonder how long I've been here, but I couldn't read the clock clearly without my glasses. Speaking of my glasses where were they?
Finally feeling my attack ending I sat up and stretched my body as much as I could with all the wires connected to me. Leaning back I yawned as I scrubbed my face as tried to see if I could find my glasses on the counter somewhere. Few moments later I found them on the metal tray next to my right, though I did almost not see it and would have knocked it over. Glasses finally in place I looked to the clock and saw it was 3:24 AM, my appointment was a 10:00. Pupils blown out I couldn't believe how long I've been out, with that said though I haven't been getting the best of sleep since the pain started anyway so the hours must be accounting for that fact as well.
Dan still hadn't returned nor did anyone come see me, not surprising seeing as at night hospitals lag with overloads of work from the day. Mainly nightly visits in my youth taught me that lesson very quickly. It was going to be a long night.