So, last night I spent the midnight to 2am hours at the ER. Yay. Super fun. They had some concerns, and I was supposed to follow up with my doctor today, but just my luck...she's out of town. So instead, they're having me consult with some other practice with some other doctor that I've never met before. Though, I have heard he's superb. He's supposed to call in the next couple of hours and let me know whether or not I actually need to come in.
The really interesting thing about the ER, and this has historically been my experience as well, was that they really don't give you much information, and really never answer your concern. They do some tests and want to chat about my surgery two years ago where my appendix was in the wrong place. Then they tell me that I'm a medical anomaly, and that they'll have to "wait and see", and to call my doctor in the morning.
Either way, I called in to work today, anticipating that I'll probably be due for some more tests, which is LOVELY. It's the waiting that kills. I'm praying for good news, but also preparing for bad.