I hate you, OHSS (cont'd.)

Where was I...

Okay, so yesterday, K drove me to the hospital, and L followed us. As we're registering in the ER, I had to run to the bathroom and actually vomited for the first time. Red Gatorade. Yum. I only had to wait 20 minutes or so; my admission Dx was "abdominal pain." Yeah, to say the least. They took me back and had me pee in a cup first thing.

My mom showed up as they were trying to start the IV. I have bad veins as it is - I have 1 good one inside my elbows on each arm. Thanks to the OHSS, which causes the fluid in my veins and blood vessels to seep into my abdomen, I had no veins. I suggested they try inside my left elbow first, so they did. No go. So then they tried the other arm. Nope. How about the left hand? Uh uh. After 3 failed tries, they finally called IV services. They got the IV in my left forearm first try. However, when the hooked up the saline drip, the IV infiltrated, so all the saline just started pooling up in my arm. Not pleasant. So they took that out. Brought IV services back. They tried in my right hand, then my right wrist. Finally, they ended up putting in my left foot. Yes, in my foot. Awesome.

At that point, I was crying. All I wanted was a damn drink of water and they wouldn't give me one. Then, to make things even better, someone mentioned to my mom that my urine PG test was negative. Really? FML. Then the ER doc finally came in and said, "Oh, let's see if we can figure out what's wrong with you." Really, fucker? I already told you what's wrong. I have severe OHSS. Apparently OHSS is very specialized, and people outside the RE field aren't familiar. I just kept telling him, "Call my RE, call my RE." And what do you know? When they got ahold of Dr. T, he told them to admit me, put me on pain meds and anti-nausea meds and they'd see me first thing in the morning. I love you, Dr. T.