More later on why I was there (it sucked), but I learned today that your Fallopian Tubes are not actually connected to your Ovaries. They are merely close by. I couldn't believe that I lived 32 years without knowing that little tidbit. It made me feel like less of an idiot when none of m friends knew either.
Anyway- why was I at the ER? I was getting my left Fallopian Tube removed because it was rupturing due to an Ectopic Pregnancy. Did I mention today is my birthday? Happy birthday, me.....
I knew I was having a failing pregnancy all last week and Ectopic was on the table. But nobody could find any signs that it WAS Ectopic, so my doctor treated it as such with Methotrexate in the hopes it would miscarry on its own. But I had cramps so bad on my way home from work that H had to come pick me up at the train station because I couldn't walk. They subsided, but came back with a vengeance around 1am. So off to the ER we went. They still couldn't see the Ectopic on scans, but they could tell I had some internal bleeding so they went in with a scope. Turns out, the tube was starting to rupture and leak blood, so they had to cut it out.
All things considered, the procedure went well and my OB said it shouldn't have any real long-lasting issues and should (hopefully) not affect future fertility. H and I were home by noon. Frankly, I feel like crap. My entire body hurts and it is tough to get around. H just went to fill my prescription for Percoset, which I was hoping to not have to take, but the pain is pretty fierce.
Mentally, it's been really rough. Lots of tears. Very tough pill to swallow.