It's not a good one.
Spent all day in the ER.
I was thinking possible appendicitis.
Fever + 48 hours of non stomach flu abdominal pain + elevated white blood cells.
They were thinking chlamydia or gonorrehea.
I told them, "I'm fat, forty-two and too tired for that much excitement."
They remained skeptical.
And since I have a vagina and abdominal pain, they had to be sure I wasn't secretly a whore.
I think they were surprised.
Anyway, the CT scan came back with diverticulitis.
The pain is excruciating.
(This is how I know my pancreatitis was/is mild.)
I regret turning down the pain meds. Advil doesn't touch this. Not even close.
I have to keep reminding myself, I don't do well on narcotics and they don't really help either.
But I am still wistful.
And not eating.
All this GI stuff runs in one side of my family. I used to have great digestion but it looks like the DNA is catching up to me.
PS: Everyone was kind and compassionate while also asking me over and over about STDs (as if I would know that without a test anyways). This was the only question that was repeated. They (seriously, more than one) had this look in their eyes like 'oh yeah, you're gonna have it' which got to be kind of weird. WTH?
PPS: Hemoglobin is going down based on the ER bloodwork. I'll likely be anemic with the next menstrual cycle. Damn it.
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