Pity Party

Here is my disclamier: I'm going to have a good old fashion pity party for a few minutes. I normally don't believe in indulging such feelings, but I just need to feel sorry for my self...just for a second (because heavens know there are people in worse shape than me, and don't complain). So please feel free to click away to happier blog lands.

Okay, here it goes. I started not feeling to well, over two weeks ago. It is a strange mix between feeling nausous, dull constant pain just below my ribcage on the right side, and then stabbing pain throughout my back. It took me a week to suck it up and go to the doctor because for some reason I feel like I'm bothering them by going in for such a silly problem. Well I finally go. She says that the first step is an ultrasound. Okay, that's just fine, but I can't schedule my ultrasound for two days. Okay, that just fine. Then it takes them a full day to give the ultrasound results to my doctor (even though they are in the same building!) Then it takes a day for my doctor to call me and tell me that the ultrasound was inconclusive, and that I need a CT scan. Well then it takes 2 day for the hospital to call and setup the appt., and the soonest they can schedule me is a week later (this wed). Then they said that it usually takes 2 days to get the results back to the doctor...which would be friday, so then the doctor probably won't call me until Monday, and then who knows how long it will take for them to schedule surgery, or for them to tell me that the CT was inconclusive. So what are we looking at 3 weeks...a month. Seriously, do these people not think that I have a life, a life that I prefer wouldn't include nausea and pain. A life that includes me not losing my patience, so quickly, with everyone, especially with my kids, just because I'm tired, because I'm having trouble sleeping at night. It really bothers me when I call and leave a message, asking what my test results are, and it takes 8 hours for them to call back. It really bothers me that it takes so long to schedule every little appointment. It really....just makes me sad. Makes me want to yell, hey, this is important to me, why are you acting like its not important to you (You being the health care professionals). I just want to feel good again.
Okay, I'm done with my pity party. Now the other half, the half that make me feel bad that I had a little cry fest. I am grateful for a husband who really has taken over everything around the house, including running to two grocery stores tonight, to check if they, by chance, still had 3-D glasses in stock, so I could watch Chuck.. then coming home and making cookies with the kiddos, them getting the kids dressed and ready for bed, and then putting them both to sleep, and then fixing the washing machine, and then, later, me realizing that he stopped taping his Suns game, so that he could tape one of my silly shows. I know that I am very blessed. I know that I have a great guy. I know that my kiddos are the two of the best, and they really are easy kids. I know that, if I did need help, a could call some friends. I know that everything will be resolved soon, I just need to be patient. I know, but sometime just for a second, knowing doesn't make it any easier, and we all just may need a little pity party. Thanks for indulging me.