Eight: Back Home

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Joey amazingly drove the entire way from Savannah to Indy.
We stopped for dinner in Knoxville at a sushi place called (I think) Nama. It was fabulous, in the snooty metrosexual way. I had some incredibly tasty sushi, all conjured up by a sushi chef that looked like Colin Ferrel.

I was super excited to see little Walter again. He turned one while we were gone.

After we got back to Lafayette on Friday I checked myself in at St. Elizabeth's ER.
I'd been having some intense stabbing side pains throughout the day and figured I should have someone look at me.

The final diagnosis was that I had an ovarian cyst and that another one may or may not have burst. They weren't too sure what was going on.
I'm not too thrilled with the treatment there. Sure, they gyno-ed me up, down and sideways, so to speak, and they had a lovely, "more-fun-than-a-carnival" catheter in me, but they didn't draw blood or check my appendix as I'd requested. Plus, the ultrasound they performed didn't show any ovarian cysts, yet that was my "final" diagnosis. That seems a little sketchy. I think I'm going to go back home and have this checked out.
They gave me some painkillers, so at very least I can't feel the pain any more...I just know it's still there, which is a bizarre sensation.

Um, so that's my update.
I made it back in one piece and then started to fall apart. Joey's taking amazing care of me, though. We snuggled and he listened to me babble incoherently through the Percocets.

The two posts directly below are the random ramblings I had while Joey and I drove back.

x's and o's!