I hadn't been feeling tip top all day Monday. I woke up with what I considered to be an upset tummy so I did my normal routine....doused myself with peppermint essential oil and massaged it in (counter-clockwise for stomach and clockwise for lower abdomen. It follows the way your body digests). So carried on throughout the day, with bouts of nausea, especially after I ate and with pain beginning to localize on the left side. I came home and went to bed. Which is my next step for not feeling good. Lay down and let the body do whatever it needs to to fix itself. Yeah. Didn't work. Woke up around 7:30 with the pain starting to get pretty strong. It was like a rod of pain from under my ribs to my pelvic bone. Nice. I dreamt that what was producing the pain had started pushing out....a nice finger like protuberance that was disgusting brown and green inside. Lovely. After being up for about an hour or two, I go back to bed, ready to cry because it hurts, but I don't want to seem like a total puss at this point. So I attempt to get comfortable. Not happening. I would fall asleep for brief bits, but would wake up and the pain would be just nasty. At 3:30 in the morning I actually considered just calling 911 and having paramedics come...but I manned up and made it through the night. The next morning while R was in the shower, I went in and told him how much pain I was in, he asked if I needed to go to the hospital and I said yes, I believe so. Because by this time, 6am, my abdomen was tender to the touch, I couldn't take deep breaths, I couldn't move practically without the sharp pain and nausea...I made myself keep it down though...I could imagine puking in this state would be enough to make me scream or whimper. It reminded me of when my appendix ruptured. The pain and nausea.
My Dad has had a number of surgeries because of Diverticulitis...an enchanting disease of the colon. And we all know that I am my Fathers Daughter. That I have had many of the same medical issues that he has...I love genetics! Dad's diverticulitis flared up just about the age I am now, while he and Mom were in Wisconsin, and they had to do emergency surgery. So, being the biology geek I am, I know that it could be my colon puking peritonitis all over my abdominal cavity. Except I don't have a fever. That's good. We'll hold on to that. I'm not really in the mood for abdominal surgery right now. Maybe it's just flared up....that damn RazzleBerry Pie!
At any rate, I check into said hospital at approximately 6:45am. Whereon the nurse checking me in decides that I must have a kidney stone. And I say "It's not a kidney stone". But the idea persists and you can tell that no matter what I say, she is convinced that I have a kidney stone. R agrees with her. :::glower::: It Is NOT A Kidney Stone! I do NOT have any problems with my kidneys OR my bladder. Mumblegrumblegrouch. We finally get a bed, next to the old lady that is "bleeding from her bottom", and getting tons of visitors with whom she gets to recount how the x-ray tech abused her dignity, and gossip about others. I get to pee in a cup and have the doctor press on me until she finds that spot that makes me try to run away from her. Does that hurt? Uhhh....yeah....that would be the spot! So, a CAT scan is called for, and I get to drink a litre of a very (and I must stress very) distant relative of Tang that is some sort of contrast. But it's ok, because they haven't let me have anything to drink so far and I am about dying of thirst because of my pills. My mouth is all dry and I feel icky dehydrated....even with the IV fluid dripping merrily away into my arm. Which I have to say she did a fabulous job of! I know it can be tricky getting an IV into me, but first time! Bam! We're rockin'! I don't know how many vials of blood they took. I couldn't watch. Once it's decided on the CAT scan, I get pain killers and something for the nausea! Sweeet! Make it go away!!!! Make it go away!!!! I got another shot before I went for the actual scan, which was good, because it hurt to put my arms over my head. So I dozed on and off for the rest of the day really, as we waited for results on tests.
Which of course are inconclusive. Nothing shows on the CAT scan. No ruptures or ulcers. My bloodwork is fine. I don't have an elevated white blood cell count which would indicate an infection. The urinalysis came back CLEAN! No white blood cells, no red blood cells (no infection or stone). All she can do is recommend I follow up with my family Dr. and come back if I get a fever over 100 degrees, blood, vomiting, blah, blah, blah...all the bad things you would think of that would be the next level of ickyness for this. Oh, and give me a script for percocet that she forgot to write a quantity down, so my pharmacist couldn't actually fill it. Luckily I have some left over from something else...who knows what...and I'll just use those up...why spend more money, right??? I obviously don't abuse drugs because I have the damn things in the house and I don't remember what I got them for. LOL
Work sucked today. I was still in a lot of pain, and I can't take the percocet at work because it makes me sleepy and stupid. Not really a good combination for the work place. Mom and Dad picked me up early and I took a percocet then and pretty much slept the whole ride from Brighton down to Lakewood. I am feeling better tonight. Let's hope it just continues to improve a little bit at a time. I'm sure it still means I get to go to a gastroenterologist and have them poke and prod me. Sigh. Can you say "colonoscopy"? I'll update as I can :)
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reaffirming the world's need to revolve around words i can't spell well.
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Dave Barry article
even though you're not a guy... you'll probably laugh at Mister Barry's take on colonocopies.