Recently I have had the joyous feeling of feeling so sick that I ended up in the ER with a morphine drip.
I can clearly remember the events that lead up two the past couple of weeks. I had awaked Sunday morning in which I had about 3 hours of sleep. I felt blah! Not good. Not bad. Just blah. I then went with my Dad and grandfather to a black powder shoot. I pretty much sat there as the smell of sulfurous black powder filled my senses. It’s a smell one come an accustomed to, again it didn't make me ill, but I sure as hell wasn't happy to be smelling that smell again.
Just fast forward a few hours the same day. It was dinner time and my sister had made roast lamb for the family. By that time I was feeling like shit place in a zip lock bag and ran over by a semi then scraped up by some road crew and thrown in an incinerator. My only saving grace was that Monday was Columbus Day and I did not have to go to work. So I spent that Monday in bed. Followed by that Tuesday in bed. By Wednesday morning I was feeling so bad that I knew I had to go to the ER and get some help. But being the ever devote to my job I took my sick ass to work at 4am that morning and worked till 6am. I then undocked my laptop and headed to the ER. I was having pains that were representative of having a gall bladder attack. Upper right side of my belly. I felt that there was a growing sphere that was pushing its way out of my body. I want to take a sharp object and pop myself. After a 100 dollar ER co pay, an ultrasound, a CT, some pills, and an afternoon wasted I was able to go home. But first I had to schedule a HIDA scan. This for those who don’t know it is the definitive answer to any potential gall bladder problems.
Luck for my sick ass I was able to get the test the following day. As I tell my family of my plight I am informed the HIDA scan sucks major ass. For the most part this is true. The test takes about 2-4 hours depending how your body reacts to the radioactive dye. I was luck it only took me about an hour forty-five minutes of sleeping on a table while they made me glow. As matter of fact the test wasn't so bad. This was for two reasons. I was already feeling crappy from the previous day, and the tech had speared my arm and blew out the vein. My arm ached for two days because fall out GQ Boy stuck me like a Christmas pig.
Fast forward to a week later. I am at my family doctor to get my test results. This is only after I have been yelled at by my family to go to a specialist rather than my internist. WELP! The family doctor walks in as the first thing he says it’s not my gall bladder. So after two weeks of being in gut wrenching pain it might be an ulcer rather than the gall bladder. Joy! No one knows what the fuck it going on!
I am still sore in the spot that would indicate a gall bladder problem. But I am also still sore in the spot where it would be my stomach. All I can do at this point is take the Nexium knockoff and hope it is nothing like Khorn’s or worse. Here is to modern medicine. You gave me some pills for my heartburn and tummy pain but I do not feel any better!
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