I ended up with a grade 3 tear and a hand inside me during contractions, giving birth with no pain meds at all with a wide open pitocin drip, so I’d hardly call it easy, even if I was only at the hospital pushing for 5–6 hours. I had been in labor for a week before I went in (contractions all week long, but no baby, hence the induction… she was 2 weeks late).
My girlfriend had been having a lot of stomach issues, and would get pain almost every time she ate. She was 21 at this time and the issue had bee going on for a couple of years and steadily getting worse. She had talked to her GP about it several times and he finally told her “ it was all in her head”. So, she had been to visit me one weekend and left about 3 am Monday morning to make the 235mi trip home. About 4:30 she called me in tears. She was 80 miles away at a gas station. She said she was in so much pain she had to go to the hospital but was scared to go alone.
So I jumped in the car with my mom and went to get her, were it back just before 8. At 9 we were at the office of a family friend who is a surgeon. They did some evaluation and sent her next door for an ultrasound. We went back and he told us her gallbladder was probably going to rupture and had to come out. They admitted her to the hospital and scheduled her surgery for the next morning. The surgery went well, but we were both surprised when he showed is the PILE of 130 something stones that were in her gallbladder. It was about two cups in volume of stones. He said no wonder she was in agony.
The pool I have my water polo tournaments, practices and games at doesn’t really have an “enclosed” space for to change without people actually seeing us, we aren’t really comfortable because there would most likely be someone older than us looking at us which is something that happens often. So we were looking for a stall and my friends parent who gave me a ride to the pool was starting to rush because my friend had a tutoring session with someone and I had to go with them because I’m was going to their house to eat dinner as well.
So we were in a rush and the stalls were almost all occupied, we couldn’t wait much longer so we both went into the same stall. We both are very close friends so we didn’t really care about what we expose so we just changed and then left. It was 6:00pm and I was sitting in my room sketching. My father had been in a bad mood all day, so I was trying to stay away from him.(He had a bad temper and would get violent). I hear my phone ding, and I looked down at it. I saw that the text was from him. I opened it and read it. I shrugged it off, he says stuff like that about me all the time.
She refused to take a day off of work to watch our then 3 year old when our then 1 year old had lung surgery. Why? Because she needed the day for her 2 week beach vacation later that summer. And I offered to pay her gas and 2x her lost wages. But nope. And she didn’t visit her in the hospital, either. Awful human. But she and her daughters demanded we come see her when she was in the hospital, and bring our daughters who.