Wednesday I was online with Sair who was doing massive cleaning, and still hadn’t found her phone. And since it had been lost for a while, the battery was dead, so it didn’t help to call it.
She was doing massive cleanings because it is Parents Day, and her roommates all have family driving distance off. Some of who are slightly weird at their rather slobby kids about said slobbiness, so Sair was trying to tame her part of the mess, to reduce the overall effect.
Was having some trouble with dishes, though, because the smell was making her queasy. And apparently the kid with the most uptight mom seems to be incapable of doing dishes, so it’s mostly just two of them that do the kitchen cleaning.
(Is alright with Sair, who prefers doing extra dishes on her own schedule, with no one bugging her, to last year’s Fascist Chart and Diagram bunch, where everybody met endlessly about it, with total FAIL. And who just all left their dirty dishes about constantly anyway.)
Sooooo, I came down in the morning Wednesday and found a late night message from Sair saying basically EXTREME PAIN, can’t find email information about the Health Service to set up appointment – it keeps asking for a password and none work. (When she went by with Super Cramps last year they yelled at her about just coming by without setting up an appointment first online, and she hasn’t been back since.)
Pain was below her naval, on right-hand side, and she was feeling nauseous. Oh.
So I said, just take your student ID and go. Now.
So she went off.
And I went of to jury duty summons thing.
And I heard NOTHING all day – no cell phone, remember – but no emails at lunch break, or when I got back from jury selection, or anything until 10PM.
Tom was getting on phone to campus security, who could go see if she was in her room (no).
Student Health services aren’t available on the phone after about 8pm (so 5:00 here), at which point I was just getting out of the courtroom, having been sworn in. Tom was on highway, driving back from Santa Cruz teaching. And they want to be confidential anyway.
ACK. Parental nightmare.
Apparently, what happened was this: she went to her two Thursday classes, and then to the Student Health Center.
Who immediately sent her to the NYU Hospital, where she spent six hours getting stuck with needles, being hassled about her insurance (which yes she has, but please not to be fussing about it when people are sticking with needles!), and getting ultrasound, which involved a speculum going where only tampons have been before. With a half-dozen people in the room.
Moar parental nightmare time.
Upshot is that she had an ovarian cyst that had ruptured with blood, and some other smaller ones on the other ovary. They will be following up in a couple of weeks, when the tests are in. We will also take her by her truly magnificent Kaiser doctor either over Thanksgiving or Christmas. Most likely they will put her on the pill for it, which apparently stops cycts from happening, because of stopping ovulation.
She’s a bit shaky still. I’m a bit shaky still.
And, just because they exist, I want to send you off to two lovely blog posts that are completely on topic:
1) on pain charts:
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/boyfriend-doesnt-have-ebola-probably.html (Sair said by the time she got there it was maybe a 7).
2) on ovarian cysts (in the later fine print, they are discovered to have been the cause):
Sair is not dead, and we are very happy about that.