| Perfect Life is Not So Perfect |
[Oct. 29th, 2012|10:09 pm]
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Okay, my life is actually pretty much perfect, as far as life goes. So, dating Ryan has been probably the best relationship I have ever been in, he really is incredible. I would go into more details but I would just make myself sound like a complete moron and hey, I already do that enough without trying right? I randomly decided in mid September to fly to Ottawa at the end of my tutorial class on October 17 and spend 5 days with him. Best trip of my life, I am so glad I spontaneously booked that flight. It was a long weekend of cuddling, computer games, sex, grocery shopping, visiting Parliament Hill, farmers market shopping, more sex. Totally perfect. I love that man with every piece of me. Geh.
Oh, it also included hospital visits and two ambulance rides.
I don't think I've updated this since I started school, so at the beginning of September I ended up in the ER in Devon with severe pain in my right side, the doctor determined it was kidney stones, I got painkillers and 2000mL of IV fluids over 2 hours and they sent me home, the next morning I had an ultrasound and it was in fact kidney stones. Don't know if I ever passed them or not, but I don't have any more pain in my right side so that's a good sign.
Anyways, back to the main story. I woke up that Sunday at Ryan's and just didn't feel well so I walked around and went to the bathroom, and then felt a million times worse (hardcore pain in my lower left side) so I woke up Ryan and tried to kind of wait it out at home, he was really awesome and kept bringing me drinks of water and being super sweet. After a while I couldn't take it anymore, and since I couldn't walk to the bus and Ryan doesn't have a car, he called an ambulance for me. The ambulance guys were really great and pumped me full of pain meds while me and Ryan waited 8 hours at the hospital for the doctor to tell us that he didn't know what was wrong, but there were a ton of stones in each of my kidneys and one that was stuck at the entrance from my ureter to my bladder. Which was obviously causing the pain but that doctor was a moron.
So Ryan and I went home, the doctor didn't prescribe me anything for pain/infection/whatever, so we ate and I took a long nap and when I woke up I felt absolutely horrible again, worse than I had even earlier that day, I tried to wait it out again but after a few hours Ryan suggested we go back, and honestly the look on his face kind of confirmed that I should, I've never seen him look that worried before it broke my heart. So we went back and waiting 6 hours to see a doctor again, this time I at least got an IV and some morphine. This doctor was so much better and actually gave me answers about the stuck stone by my bladder, and actually gave me a prescription for oxycodone. Which is like the best narcotic ever.
I was in the hospital last Wednesday/Thursday as well back in Devon, getting IV fluids and antibiotics, I passed the stone Wednesday night (see Facebook for photo :P) but I guess it gave me a pretty bad infection. So I've been feeling rather shitty.
Ryan is amazing though. He is everything I've ever wanted. I'm really worried about him at the moment though, he is short on money for his rent this month and I'm not sure what he's going to do. I want to help but I need to save what I have left for my tuition and to take a healthcare course that is being offered at the hospital. I wish I was working and making enough money that he could come live with me in the city and work here and things would be normal and good. I want to be able to make his life happy, and there just isn't much I can do while he's still living in Ottawa. I've been trying to brainstorm ideas for quick money so he will be able to make his rent, I just don't know what to do. I am incredibly worried though, I love him.
I started orientation for my N491 clinical today, I'm working in cardiac medicine. I hate clinical, I still hate school, but I'm kind of looking forward to this placement I think it'll be really interesting. And it's the last real clinical I have before I graduate so how can I not be a little bit excited? :)
This is the longest LJ entry I have made since I used to ramble when I was like, 16. Dear god.
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