I'm off to the ER.
Dr. Moein said I should go to the ER at GBMC. Fun! Just what I want to do. So my father in law is picking me up at 12:30 to take me over there. Goodness knows when I'll make it out.
Please think good thoughts for me that I do NOT need more surgery. I cannot mentally handle another surgery.
Thanks everyone! I got to the ER at 1:15pm and was finally taken back around 4:30. I eventually got the CT scan around 7 or so. It showed mild inflamation in my upper abdomen, but no perf or hernia. They don't know what the problem is. So I finally got to leave around 9:30 or so. With no resolution.
But Dr. Moein wants me to take the damn Carafate again. Ugh. It is so nasty. It coats the stomach, but I don't think this is a stomach problem.
So I am supposed to call Dr. Moein on Monday and he wants to do another endoscopy. I had one a few months ago, and had a reaction to the succinylcholine, which is the med that they give to paralyze the airway so they can get the scope down. Well, in a few rare cases, people react badly to it and have severe muscle pain. I'm one of the lucky few. I could literally not get out of bed the next day because every single muscle in my body hurt like I was beaten within an inch of my life. But I hear they have other meds that don't produce the same results. So I'll make sure to speak with the doc about that when I have it done.
I finished a book and did a lot of knitting, in addition to watching 1 episode of the Gilmore Girls, 1 King of Queens, 2 Cash Cabs and 1 What Not to Wear.
There was a girl in the waiting room sitting next to me who kept vomiting into a little vomit tub. It was loud, gaggy vomiting. I was trying not to vomit myself just sitting there. Then she'd cry and ask God to make it stop. I was asking God for that same thing. I felt bad for her, but at the same time I just wanted her the hell away from me. There was also a mom in a wheelchair with a 3ish year old pushing it around. The mom kept asking her "Is this sexy?" for some reason that I could not figure out.
So until Monday I just wait and try not to move too much. Oh, another weird thing... my blood pressure was 92/47. They took it several times and it was either exactly the same or right around there, so it wasn't a fluke. That is super low for me.
Now I'm off to find something to try to eat. I haven't eaten all day and it is now 11pm. I'm actually hungry for once!