Well, today was a scary day. I was almost admitted into the hospital. And by almost, I mean that I was literally sitting on the hospital bed and decided I wanted a LITTLE more time to think about it.
See...this is gross, sorry...but since the surgery last week, I haven't been able to go to the bathroom. Pee, yes...the other, no. When I went to the ER on Sunday, the doctor who assisted in the surgery was slightly alarmed that I hadn't gone yet but he told me to get some laxatives and that should do the trick. He said to check back in with my regular doc later in the week.
I went back to work this morning and was fine until I got down the stairs and into the car. I was shaking so bad that I had a hard time driving. I couldn't take my pain meds because they make me fall asleep, and I ended up hunched over, shuffling through the parking garage into work.
My boss took one look at me and asked when I was going to see my doctor. I ran through his schedule before I called so I knew that he was on call tonight and then off for the weekend (it's so nice making their schedules!!). I went back to see the same doctor that came to the ER to see me.
He wasn't happy about my progress. I am super impressed with both of these doctors. He was very gentle and nice, listened to my stomach, poked, prodded, and finally said that he was really uncomfortable with the way that I was looking and feeling, and wanted to admit me to the hospital. He and my original doctor (whom he got on the phone right then and there) felt that I may have to deal with ileostomy (I won't go into details, it's gross).
He sent me back to the hospital and I went to admitting. I almost died on the spot when the woman told me it was a $600 deposit, even with my insurance

. I told her I didn't have that kind of money on me, and she said that since I worked there, they could just payroll deduct it. I said no. She said before I was discharged I would have to pay it.
The wheelchair ride up made me think the whole way...we're moving in less than 30 days and I can't afford to throw out another $600. I started to feel sick. We made it to my room and I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the nurse.
It was about a good 15 minutes before I saw her and I felt I couldn't just admit myself right then and "lose" $600 on the spot. I am ashamed to say that I fibbed to my nurse that I couldn't reach my husband, and I needed to get my daughter first

She called my doctor to ask if it was okay, and he was very sweet and said to make sure that I was safe.
I think that the fibbing and the shock of unloading $600 upset my stomach to a point that I made an emergency stop at Target. I didn't unload money there, but something else

Yeah, it's stupid and gross, but I felt a lot better after that.
I called my doctor back and he was elated and told me to STAY IN BED for the rest of the week and take it easy. So here I am on the computer. LOL. Seriously though, I had to get up for a few minutes because just laying there hurts after awhile.
He said that he left me as an "open admitting" for the weekend since I was one of the worst cases that they had seen in awhile

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) and if I got even a slight fever, couldn't go again, or had more pain, go.
BTW...my MIL works for the same hospital, and she's best friends with the hospital's president's secretary. When she heard about the $600 charge, she went ballistic and called her friend. Her friend was ready to march down there with me, as apparently that's a "no no" policy to do that to patients...I found out that the billers get bonuses when they collect money before a discharge. SOMEONE is gonna get a little talkin' to....
But in the end, my doc still says that he's confident I should be able to get pregnant on my own. He said that everything looks "beautiful" inside now and he's gonna keep a close eye on me until I've got that little wiggly bundle in my arms.
The end. Whew.