I am home. Still a little sore in my right lower side, but much better than I was a few nights ago.

I hate hospitals. Hate them. So to call my dad in the middle of the night and ask him to please take me told him that it was something serious.

It started around 10pm, and it was the absolute worse pain I have ever felt in my life. They asked in the ER on a scale of 1-10 to rate my pain, 10 being the worse. I asked like childbirth, and the nurse said yes exactly. I told her then put me at a 20. I literally could not walk by myself. I could not stop crying long enough to see the papers that they were trying to get me to sign. They hooked up some IV's and said that they were admitting me.

I called my dad and my baby to let them know that they were admitting me. After I was in my room the surgeon and the OB came to see me. By that time the pain reliever that was in the IV had started to take effect and I was very drowsy, but could still hear them, but not make out everything they were saying. Surgery, and appendicitis were repeated several times. After the surgeon left to look at my blood work the OB told me that they were going to do a CT scan, but that they needed to tell me that while it will not cause birth defects, it could put the baby more at risk for Leukemia when he/she was older, and for me to think about it. I knew that I would say no, if they told me I had to have it. Childhood Leukemia is high in my family, and really I did not want anything to hurt the baby.

That night my white blood count was over 19000, after lots and lots of IV antibiotics it was 15000 the next morning, and it was looking like surgery would not have to happen.

I hate hospitals. I really really do. I have only had to stay in a hospital three times in my entire life, once when I was a baby, once when I was five, and when I had Ryan. I didn't tell anyone I was scared, but I really really was.

Today, I feel so much better. The pain is still in my side, but the Dr. said it would be until the tenderness from everything goes away and for me not to overdo it. To rest, and not do anything that causes me stress.

LOL...no stress...

I had to see my therapist this morning, as well as the OB, and the Surgeon. I did not have to see the therapist, but she came there to check up on me and we had a little talk. She agrees staying away from all stress in my life is like asking for a miracle, it just won't happen.

Thank you to everyone for your warm thoughts and hugs.