Perhaps “near death” is a bit exaggerated but I was struggling for a post title so just went with it.
Unless you have a hidden camera in my house you wouldn’t know that I’ve been struggling with some health issues the past few weeks. No need to get into any details because they’re gross unimportant. What’s important is that my doctor finally said I should come on in and take a looksy.
After questioning me for about 20 minutes and then doing an exam he determined that he thought I had an eptopic pregnancy. Oh that’s just swell. So they took lots of blood and rushed me over to another location to get an ultrasound.
Can I just ask why in the world are we paying so much money for things like ultrasounds when the techs always ask us what they’re suppose to be seeing. This has happened to me before. She’s obviously looking at my innards on the screen and she says, “Do you still have your ovaries?” I so bad wanted to say, “Well you tell me.” But I didn’t. I politely said yes.
Anyway she finished the ultrasound and then said she would be back because she had to check the pictures. So we waited.
This was not fun. Because I envisioned her running down the hall, calling the doctor frantically and explaining to him what horrible killer of a mass she found in my belly. She returned about 15 minutes later to tell us they are rushing the images to the radioloist to read and that I should call my doctor in an hour with the results. Hubby says, “Did you see anything?” And she lied and said, “No the radiologist will read them.”
I return to work because I just really needed to get my mind of things. However on the way to work I did cry my eyes out because I had convinced myself all the rushing with no answers was not a good sign and I probably only had about 2 weeks to live. I kinda joke about it now but seriously I just cried out to the Lord and begged Him to not let it be anything serious.
I got to work and decided for some reason to quickly check my friend Anna’s blog. And I read this post.
Thank you Jesus. You are amazing.
Then my co-worker/friends all gathered together and prayed over me. And I bawled. And I felt peace.
I called the doctor about an hour and 15 minutes later and the receptionist said she’d have the nurse call me back. More waiting.
An hour later I still hadn’t heard anything so I called back. It was 4:00 pm by now and I was very clear with the receptionist that I needed to talk to someone. The doctor’s nurse got on the line and said they received preliminary results but were waiting for more information from the radioligst. She was going to call over there and then hope to call me back before 5:30 pm.
I left work at 5:00 pm with still no call. Although I had experienced about two hours of peace and calm I was starting to get anxious again. I hate that. I don’t know why I can’t just trust the Lord. In every situation. I just had this deep fear in my heart that something was seriously wrong.
At 6:00 pm the doctor called. Unfortunatley I was in the bathroom at the time and didn’t hear the phone ring. I had a voicemail and it was from the doctor. Not the doctor’s nurse, but the doctor. That was weird for me, I’ve never had the doctor call my house before. This is what he said:
“Things look ok. I’m going to call you back either later tonight or tomorrow and we can talk more.”
Um, ok. What in the world does that mean? I assume it’s not an eptopic pregnancy. He probably for sure would have called back. So I praise the Lord for that.
Unfortunately that’s the end of the story. For now. After stressing out about the call for about an hour I was able to watch our dvr’d American Idol. And hello people, why was Matt in the bottom two?
Like I said. It’s near death experiences that remind you of the important things in life.
Take care. I’ll keep ya posted!