When you post on Facebook, all sentences/status' begin with your name. You follow that with an "is". Example: CeeCee is taking Lee to the orthopedists here in Austin this morning.
Yesterday's Facebook post said,
"CeeCee is grateful that Pearl did not need surgery."
I kid you not---yesterday, we thought Pearl would be undergoing surgery to remove her appendix.
She woke up at 3am with a screaming stomach ache. Not one that makes you feel like throwing up, but one that feels like someone stabbed you with a knife.
The pain moved and took up residence in her lower, right belly by 8am. I took her to our family doctor, who sent us right on our way to the ER.
After much bloodwork, 2 bags of saline, several pokings of her belly and a CT scan, they admitted her.
Her white cell count was way up, but the pain was subsiding. By mid-afternoon, she felt okay. Still the white cell count bothered the surgeon, but her CT scan showed a normal appendix and she never ran a fever.
Pearl was a trooper through it all. She is not a fan of needles in any way, shape or form and she got her first IV. Not a good time for her. :)
I officially came unglued when they admitted her. We were led to believe that the admission was short term and they were going to reevaluate before dinner time. When they started mentioning "tomorrow morning", I got on the phone. I called a wonderful woman from church that is a Nurse Practitioner and then called our Family doctor-----"Do they really need to keep her if she feels fine???!!!"
Both ladies assured me that what was happening was the way it should be and to calm down. I was just feeling like a hostage at that point and I needed them to tell me otherwise.
Finally, at 7:30 last night, the doctor relented and let us go home. I promised to bring her right back if she flared up again. She had no desire to spend the night in the hospital, and neither did I. Plus, Lee was in need of someone to help him get things done.
Pearl felt bad that we'd "wasted a whole day for nothing and I wasn't really sick." I just kept reminding her of that old cliche'--Better safe, than sorry.
All the doctors involved really thought she had appendicitis. Thankfully, her surgeon chose not to rush into things and waited it out.
I think I may need a nap, though. We've had enough excitement for one week.