I rolled out of bed a bit past 7:00 this morning. By 7:25, I was laying on my bathroom floor, in so much pain that I couldn’t make it the 10 feet to my bed. It started as a vague cramping, and quickly escalated to some of the worst pain I’ve ever felt (fell shy of child birth, but not by much).
Mark took our oldest daughter to school and came back home to find me curled up with a heating pack on our bed (I finally managed to get that far). By 9:30, the youngest was dropped off to her grandmother’s house, and we were on our way to the ER.
Long story short, they gave me pain medication, and ordered a few tests. I even had my very first CT. Five hours later, I was on my way back home. “Just one of those things”, apparently. My internal organs are in mint condition (no kidney stones, or other abnormalities), my ovaries are clean (no cysts), and my blood and urine came back normal.
They have no idea what caused the issue, but as I was feeling better, they sent me home with the genuine hope that it, whatever it was, never happens again.
I am still exhausted. I’m sore. I’m already wishing that I could sleep in tomorrow.
I’m also not going to be launching the author marketing services until Monday. I had a few hours carved out today to finish my work on it, and I lost them to my impromptu hospital trip. The good news is, I don’t have that much more to do. A few more product descriptions, and a bit of testing, and I’m done. YAY!
The bad news is, it will, unfortunately be pushed back a bit. I was going to stay up late tonight and see if I could get it finished up, and it’s just not going to happen. Sorry, guys.