I had yet another visit to the hospital yesterday because my pain returned at around 3:00 PM. It got worse by 7:00 so we headed to the OB triage. I couldn't bear the thought of possibly having to wait in an ER waiting room for hours, and figured the OB triage could get me in right away. They did, but I basically writhed in pain for three hours because they did absolutely nothing for me. They called the OB on duty and he told them to give me a shot of Demerol in my ass, which was an absolute joke. They made me wait an hour to "find out the next step" and the most I could do was close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else. Then the doctor came to see me and he was a total ASSHOLE. He better not be the OB that has to deliver my baby, because if he is I don't know what I'll do. He told me I had two choices: 1. They could send me home with Tylenol 3's and Gravol or 2. They could admit me and try to manage my pain. He was extremely impatient and I didn't know what to do, so he TURNED HIS BACK AND WALKED AWAY and mumbled something about letting him know when I've made up my mind.

The nurses gave us some time to think it over, and I explained to her that if Demerol did nothing for the pain, neither would fucking Tylenol 3's. But then she told me that all they'd give me was Demerol anyway, so would I rather be in pain at home or at the hospital? I told her fine, I would go home with the Tylenol 3's. When she left I started sobbing because I knew I was being sent home to basically writhe in pain until the stone passes, which can sometimes take days or even weeks. I also knew that I would wind up right back there again, which I wanted to avoid because checking in and doing all the pre-care question and answer bullshit is excruciating. But I was also afraid that if they admitted me, and I was there for say 2 days without passing the stone, they'd send me home anyway and I could still wind up back at the hospital. So we left and came home. I took two Tylenol 3's and one Gravol and slept for two hours, until I was awoken by stronger pain than I've felt so far with this little episode. I ran to the bathroom and threw up twice, then came back to bed and cried some more and managed to fall asleep again. The pain went away again sometime in the early morning, but I called in to work anyway because I was so exhausted. Now I've just been sitting here, waiting for the pain to come again.