This home certainly makes one be accountable for actions. Once you post something here it kind of makes you feel accountable, well felt compelled to hold up to what you say. At least for me. Because I posted how I was feeling and the need to go to the hospital and then my dear friend Star texting me with some very kind words (and hadn't even read my post) I did end up going. I slept in, not by choice but because my body just couldn't take anymore I guess, New Years day. I woke up at 2:30p and was hesitant for all the same reasons but the nagging thought in my head was I just can't take this anymore, it's too much and if I just get up without thinking anymore and go (which is often how I have to do certain things) it will get done. I tried to do just that but difficult children put a few road blocks in my way so I got a bit delayed but I did managed to go around 3:30p. They were not busy at all. I could barely walk and they wanted me to get in wheelchair but I knew that in doing so any slight jarring hurt. Walking at a snails pace was far better then that. I watched as 3 people went into the actual ER from the waiting room before me. 2 of which had come in after me and I started getting really upset and wanting to just leave. This was after about an hour. I'm finally back in a room and waiting, yet again for about 45 minutes to be seen. A lady comes in and she tells me she's going to start and IV! I freak out. Mind you I've been in tears for a bit because the pain has just taken over on top of my frustration of waiting, etc. I'm spent. I ask her why the heck she'd be putting an IV in if I've not even been seen yet and they have NO clue of what might even be wrong? She said it's SOP when some one comes in with belly pain. I said I do not have belly pain I have other pain but not that! I said that's not what my boyfriend told the triage nurse nor what I told her. She said ok, if I don't want it in if I was sure. Then she left the box of equipment and walked out. About 5ish minutes later the doctor walks in. I talk to him about it as I'm still in tears and actually was in the middle of getting dressed to leave because I felt as though this was "bad medicine" practice beginning to happen and didn't feel secure in what may be happening if this was how it was beginning. Maybe I am wrong in how I felt. He tried talking to me and he was soothing and nice (my age slightly younger). They hadn't even taken anything but what I was experiencing. No medication profile by then. We talked a bit more of what I was feeling and then he did the physical assessment on me. OMG! He did the reflex test on my left knee and I almost punched him. I'm dead serious. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder and semi clawed him and he said he was going to do the right one. I said please don't as I almost just hit you and I don't want to do that. He said he appreciated that and didn't do it. He knew he caused me great pain. Overall I had blood tests done, urinalysis, and he ordered a CAT scan. He offered, willingly (if not OVERLY willing) pain medication like toradol, etc (low level considering what I'm on) before getting these tests and knowing my medication profile. Gee, that CAT scan was fun, NOT! Having them done is nothing compared to an MRI. I don't mind as they are not confining like them as they are not closed in. It's getting down onto a small flat bed when A) you're in severe pain and B) you can't lay on such flat hard surfaces to begin with. I managed. We had to wait 30 minutes for results of it. The results of blood work revealed pretty much all that I expected. Urinalysis revealed a small surprise but nothing drastic. The CAT scan showed my issue with AS escalated, showed my fibroids but nothing else really that would indicate what is truly going on. So at this point it appears that I have severe nerve pain happening due to the AS (I already knew the spine was sitting close to nerve, now apparently on some nerves) but of course a CAT scan doesn't show soft tissues, etc. That would require and MRI and he doesn't order them? I have to follow up with my primary doctor who will in turn either order ultrasounds (he would have done that but knew I was not in condition at that moment to do more) MRI , etc or refer me to the specialists I need (Gyn, gastroenterolotist, etc). So in about an hour I will be seeing her and getting this taken care of. He was STILL VERY, OVERLY willing to give me medication, again, AFTER he even saw my medication profile. I declined because I know I can't have anything as I don't tolerate anything higher. He then suggested Prednisone pack. THAT I knew may very well help considering I've been taking Motrin in combination with my normal medications. I know I have swelling that is aggravating the nerve. I knew that Motrin was not strong enough at this point to handle it so maybe the stronger dose will help the inflammation. I've had to be on it before. I accepted that. Here's to hoping that it will bring some of the swelling down to a coping level at the very least. We'll see what my primary does today moving forward. boyfriend took today off to come with me so that she will listen (hopefully better) to me and also to help me and be supportive. It will also help in general with difficult children and the likes. I know that the steroids will not kick in officially for at least 24 hours or so. I hate them and what they do to me in general but sometimes they are a necessary evil to what ails. Thank you again for all your supportive thoughts and hugs and making me feel as though I can't back out of doing what needs to be done. Sometimes you need to be held accountable for things in order to do what needs to be done. Sometimes it takes "certain" things or people to make that happen. I guess for me, it's you guys!