Saturday night, after dinner, I got a bit of an upset stomach. As we were out with friends, and I almost always tend to over eat with friends, I thought - at first - that I had simply had too much to eat. The next day, the general ache settled down to lower right side pain. I still wasn't all that worried, as I've had pain in that area before, and while it's painful (occasionally enough to send me begging for pain meds) it's really not life threatening, or even all that debilitating. I sent DH out to pick me up a pizza for lunch, from a place that advertises that you can walk in and walk out, no waiting, as long as you just want a basic pizza. That's what I wanted, so he wasn't gone that long. By the time he got back, I had totally lost my appetite, and even the smell of the food was trying to make me sick. At this point, I'm not focusing on the bad things, but it is in my mind that it could be. I was trying to say the pain was too low and too centered for what the symptoms sounded like, but the pain HAD killed my appetite so it was time to be seen.
I went to the urgent care knowing they didn't have the diagnostic equipment I needed, hoping they'd just take my history, and what I thought it was, and stop the pain. Boy, was I stupid. I found out there that my symptoms were text-book for appendicitis except I didn't have a fever. The pain is not quite in the right place, but that didn't mean that it WASN'T appendicitis. The urgent care sent me to the ER with a note stating the doctor's strong suspicions. I was in the ER for a while, but they did mention early on that they'd probably be admitting me (whoa! slow down, at that point there hadn't even been any imaging). The one thing that pissed me off though, was that they checked, re-checked and then checked again, my pregnancy status (or lack there of, let me say again, I'M NOT PREGNANT, but for some reason, the staff didn't believe that even when their own tests said it).
Eventually they exhausted all the tests they could do, and still had no sure idea of what was wrong, so, I did end up getting admitted to the hospital itself, as opposed to just the ER. Monday morning, the internist and surgeon came to see me. The surgeon decided he'd have to go take a laproscopic look around, and while he was at it, he'd take the appendix out anyway, even though he wasn't convinced it was the source of my problems. So, Monday night (keeping track, I hadn't eaten since Saturday night) they take me down. While inside, they found what they think is the source of my problems, the remains of cyst which had burst. It was not the first, and not even the first to have burst, and it likely won't be the last, but next time I won't have to worry about it maybe being the appendix, and can, therefor, ignore it safely.
I did take knitting with me, because I'm never without knitting. I had Hanami, and the BSJ. With all the pain meds, I was too out of it for lace, so worked mostly on the BSJ, when I wasn't napping. Even being much simpler I was having trouble focusing, so only got a few rows done. I do have a picture of it now though.
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