USS Clueless: Earth to Timi

I returned to the hospital on Sunday with really terrible pain in my stomach & abdomen. I had trouble breathing too. I knew it wasn't an asthma attack. It didn't feel like one. I couldn't walk straight or anything. When I sat, I couldn't breath, so I had to lean against a wall. My stomach had swelled to the point in which it looked as if I were a few months pregnant. Several tests were run on me, and it was determined that my spleen had enlarged. I was given a blood test, and the results weren't so great. In fact, they were not normal at all. My red blood cells were very low. My blood count was less than half the count of a normal persons. A normal person's blood count is 14. My count was at 4.5 meaning that I am severely anemic. So, I had to have a blood transfusion.

I was a bit weary about having the blood transfusion because I wanted to be certain that the blood had been tested for HIV, Hepatitis and other diseases. I was assured that it had been. I really had no choice but to accept the blood or my condition probably would've worsened. My doctor decided to do a stomach & abdominal CT Scan on me. I had to drink this stuff. It tasted like a combination of chalk, rolaids & orange drink. It took me an hour to finish that stuff.

When I finished it, I was taken for the CT Scan. After that was done, I had to finish receiving the blood. At about 11pm Sunday evening, I was officially admitted into the hospital. The CT Scan revealed a cyst on my ovary & it was bleeding internally causing me to lose blood. I was given an emergency pelvic exam. Oh my God, men are so lucky that they don't have to get this done. An emergency pelvic isn't like a normal pelvic exam (which sucks majorly). It is quit painful, and the pain is intensified only by the fact that I've never had sex before. To have a doctor roaming around inside of parts that my future husband hasn't even seen yet is just as terrible.

I don't think that there is anything that can prepare you for a pelvic exam. My doctor told me to breath, but by the time I took in a breath, she was already inside me. I will admit that after the initial "Jesus!"...I let out a few non-choice words like "damn it!", "s***!"...then the tears. It was the pain talking. Tests were run on the sample taken. They were inconclusive, so I have to go back to the doc for another pelvic exam tomorrow. That sucks so bad. I was discharged from the hospital last night. I'm still in pain though.

What frightens me most is that my mother had these type of problems as well. Her problems didn't begin until after she had my younger brother. She would develop tumors & cysts on her ovaries, and eventually she had to had a hystorectomy. I pray that everything goes well for me. I pray that my issues will take me as far as a hystorectomy. I'm too young to have these problems. I haven't even been married and had children yet.

My first question to the doc after I was warned about the cyst was, "Will I be able to have children?" My doctor answered, "I don't see why wouldn't be able to." That made me feel a little better. I just pray that all works out well for me. I could use your prayers as well.