July 4: Barbecue at Darren‘s followed by Men In Black II. Good food, fun movie. Denise and I headed back to her town to spend some time with her brother who was visiting from Seattle. (He’s a Microsoftie.)
July 5: Well I couldn’t sleep, first of all. Stomach pains kept me up most of the night. During the day it wasn’t as bad, but it was progressively getting worse. I wasn’t sure if it was something I ate or something else. It didn’t seem related to my lactose intolerance.
July 6: Slept maybe an hour total, spread over the whole night. Woke up still in pain, forced Denise to drive me to the hospital. (Thanks to everyone who called to find out how I was doing.) Was there for several hours in which I received intravenous fluids (mostly salt water and morphine at 200mg/h) to keep me hydrated and ease the pain, x-rays of my stomach, and a CT Scan to make sure I didn’t have appendicitis or kidney stones. The scan came up clear. After about six hours in the hospital, they prescribed some gastro-intestinal drugs for me and I left.
July 7: In a little bit I’ll be leaving for the Brooklyn Museum of Art to finally see the Star Wars exhibit which I missed both the week before and yesterday.
I’m not one for getting treatment when I’m sick. Usually I just try to take care of myself and wait for my body to heal without involving any doctors. I guess this is a sign that I’m getting older. There was this time and once last December when I was just so uncomfortable and in pain that I decided I should just give in and see a doctor. Of course it helps that I have medical insurance now.
so you’re feeling better??? glad to hear it! enjoy the exhibit — it was really cool! sorry we didn’t end up getting to go together….
I’m glad you’re okay! 🙂
I’m glad you’re feeling better and that it doesn’t come back.
I wouldn’t actually say that you “forced” me. You said, “I think you should bring me to the hospital,” and we were out the door before you could change your mind.
But then there was the needles, and the 4 viles of blood, and the IV, and then they removed the IV, and then the blood squirting on your pillow…oh my…I think I’m getting woozy again.
Oh dear. I’m glad you’re feeling better now. And you were very smart to go to the hospital. Ack. Yay to Neese for taking you!
Nice! You got to go the exhibit…I had to miss it.