My stomach hurt so badly yesterday. I got a phone appointment with the after-hours clinic, and the doctor there told me that if I started barfing (extra points for blood!), running a fever, or was doubled over in pain that I should go to the ER. A couple of hours later, while Scuba and Willow were doing the dinner dishes, I felt feverish. 100.4. I dragged myself to the hospital, and Scuba stayed over to put the kids to bed.
Once I was checked in, they kept offering me morphine. I didn’t take any – morphine’s not really my favorite drug. Anyway, after 5 or so hours I came back home, now officially free of gallstones and other internal organ issues. It’s either, the doctor said, ulcers or gastritis. (My favorite comment on that link is this one: I AGREE ITS HORRIBLE I HAVE IT ANDITS HORRIBLE AND ITS REALLY PAINFUL
AND I WISH I CAN GET RID OF IT BECAUSE IT CAUSES ME EXREMELY PAINFUL
STOMACH PAIN! That just sums it up perfectly.)
So I’m taking four times the labeled dose of Pepcid and drinking almond milk and trying to not make any sudden moves. If I’m not better next week, I have to have an endoscopy. Fun times, people, FUN TIMES.
Thanks to Scuba for staying over and to my mom for coming by early to help get the kids ready and drive them to school. I am totally useless, but I did put clean sheets on my bed since I’ll be there as much as possible for the next couple of days.
I am going through the same thing right now. My stomach is KILLING me. I have so had enough. I feel for you.