Today, might've been one of the worst days that I've had to experience in a long time.
For over 8+ months, I had been on birth control - the pill to be exact. I was prescribed, Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo and after being on that for awhile I stopped it (partially because I was too lazy to get a script for my prescription). Recently, I've decided to go back on it and so I made a call into my doctor and she called a prescription in to my pharmacy for Ortho Tri-Cyclen. There's only a 5g difference in the amount of estrogen in Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo and Ortho Tri-Cyclen, so I thought I'd be fine taking it, especially after stopping Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo for a few months.
After only 9 days of being on Ortho Tri-Cyclen I began to experience serious chest problems. A pain would swell up in my chest and cause me to stop breathing and experience an unbearable pain in my chest. The next day I called my OBGYN and asked her about the chest pains, since the pill was the only medicine that could be causing the pain. She told me to stop the pill immediately and go to the ER, although when I was on the phone with her I thought she said if I got another chest pain to go to the ER. So I forgot about the chest pains and went to my OBGYN appointment like normal that next Friday. I explained to the doctor what happened and she looked at me with a shocked face and asked why I hadn't gone to the ER. I explained the situation and she told me to go to my family doctor as soon as possible. I made an appointment for the following Friday (which would be today) and, once again, explained everything that happened. My doctor immediately referred me to the hospital and explained that I could possibly have a blood clot or a pulmonary embolism in my lungs which could cause me to drop dead at any moment.
I went to the hospital right away and was instructed to get a CT scan of my entire lung field with contrast. The CT scan with contrast meant that I had to get an IV injection of a dye that causes contrast to show up when the scan is performed. But because my veins in my arms are so small, I spent over an hour with 3 different nurses trying to get an IV into my arm. The first nurse poked me with the needle and couldn't get a vein and pulled out after digging in my skin with the needle for a few seconds. She asked another nurse to try and get vein. This nurse was the WORST - I had never experienced such PAIN with a needle before. He stuck the needle into my left arm, where the joint bends, and he spent over 5 minutes with this HUGE needle in my arm digging and trying to find a vein. I was screaming with pain and crying my eyes out. The only pain that I can compare this to was when a doctor cut an infection out of my toe with a scapel and no anthesthia. Eventually, he pulled the needle out (after not succeeding at finding a vein). The group of nurses decided to call an IV specialist, whose job is to stick people with needles daily. She came down and was the nicest woman ever. She poked me once, broke through the vein (bruising my arm) and immediately pulled the needle out. She also used a smaller needle which was significantly less painful than the other one that the other nurses were using. After that, she tried one more time to break through a vein in my hand and she succeeded in doing it. So the IV was set up (after what seemed like forever) and I was moved to the CT scan room.
I was instructed to take off my bra and lay on a table. They gave me a saline solution to hydrate my body, since I had been heavily dehydrated the whole day and then procceeded to give me the scan and the contrast. The contrast gave me the weirdest feeling in my body. It was this incredibly warm substance that after only 30 seconds of being in my body, I IMMEDIATELY began to feel this warmth in my bladder. It had felt like I either peed my pants on the spot or had to go to the bathroom so bad - the nurse warned me of this sensation so I tried to ignore it the best I could but it was such a WEIRD feeling that I couldn't help but worry! The scan was really quick so I was only in the CT scan roon for a maximum of 15 minutes. After the scan was done my father and I got coffee, muffins, and cookies at the coffee stand in the hospital and waited for the results. They came back with negative results - which meant that I don't have a pulmonary embolism!
So the next step to find out what is wrong with me is to get an assload of blood tests, which I'm getting done tomorrow. Which means more needles and a 12 hour fast. But I guess it has to be done, so there's not much I can do about it. Anyway, after all that was done and over with I drove back home and passed out in bed for a good 3 hours. I woke up and registered for classes at which the same time my mom came home. At around this time, I began to get this really major itch in and around my ears and on my head. I thought it was dry skin and so I ignored it. I went downstairs to greet my mom and she asked me what was on my face so I looked in the mirror and discovered that I developed a rash. Over the next few hours the rash began to get worse and and burn and the itching on my head and ears began to get worse. The first thing I thought of was that I was experiencing an allergic reaction to the contrast dye they gave me - and sure enough that's what it was.
So after all this shit I've been through today, my body decides to be an ass and top it off with a painful and annyoing allergic reaction. So for the rest of the night I have to be careful and keep an eye on the swelling to make sure that it doesn't spread to my throat/air-passageways. The day is finally ending now and I couldn't be happier. Hopefully, tomorrow, my blood tests won't be as painful and all the tests will come back negative.
Also, this whole fasting for 12 hours is stupid. I'm hungry. :(
EDIT: I miss my Hunter puppyface. :(