Pain is so annoying

Just to document (and because I am starting to feel a little sorry for myself) here is what I am feeling/thinking right now. First I can't wait until there is no pain. Of course pain is uncomfortable, but it is so selfish, all-consuming and tyrannical. Pretty much, pain--I hate you. After being doubled-over in pain Sunday morning, thinking I had an ovarian cyst burst, but not wanting to miss my flight home, so deciding to take lortab to make it through the flight (where I kept vomiting), then another lortab to make it through the walk to the shuttle, the 40 minute shuttle ride to downtown Seattle, the 4 block walk from the shuttle to the ferry, the 30 minutes waiting for the ferry, the hour ferry ride (where again my nausea exploded) and the ride from the shuttle home. (Thanks again Greg Mapes for the ride because otherwise Kev was going to run home, then drive back and get me). Once home, the fever kicked in, followed by a wonderful spell of chills, and still horrible pain everywhere, but mostly in my abdomen, and now a severe sore throat. Finally at 4 am, I couldn't take it anymore so we went to the ER and they did a gazillion tests (CT scan, 2 pelvic exams, urine sample (which wasn't good enough so they had to take another sample with a catheter), blood tests, an ultrasound, and finally removal of my IUD) they decided it had to be a pelvic infection. These are usually caused by STDs, which they assured me I didn't have. They send me home with prescriptions, a few awesome bracelets (one that says "Fall Risk"), and several puncture holes. That night I still can't swallow, I've lost my appetite even though I hadn't had a real meal since Saturday afternoon and it is now Monday, so I look in my throat and it is all red with white gunk. I start to cry a little, go to my family doc first thing Tuesday morning and I test positive for strep throat on top of my joyous pelvic infection. They give me a few more puncture wounds in my behind and send me on my way. Luckily that isn't the end of the story. Now I'm home, with a light of hope of getting better, when I realize I am hallucinating. The awesome pain meds they gave me is not only making me see things, it is making me feel super nauseated, which I forgot just how horrible nausea is. Now I'm sitting here, vowing not to take percocet again, confused as to if a cowboy really just rode by on a hippo, and surrendering to the idea that if I do have to throw up, I'd rather vomit on my bath robe then have to get up. Thankfully, I have a wonderful husband that has been so helpful and a godsend-of-a-friend, Rebekah, who has made me food even though she has 5 kids and a husband with pneumonia. Here's to looking forward to the millennium!