love to you all and too all a good morphine drip
Around 8:15 last night, my mother and I had just put in Carnivale. She was ordering a thin crust mushroom pizza when I announced that my stomach hurt. It came on instantaneously, so we decided to wait it out, since it was probably just gas.
Suffice to say that after the 16th time I'd puked, after 8 solid hours and crying and puking and attempting to sleep but failing due to the completely constant burning in my chest and stomach, my mother heard me crawling around the floor and moaning around 4 am and we finally went to the ER.
Morphine. Anti-nausea crap. Threatened with a rectal temp, which I think I responded to with a rousing, "HELL NO!". They did make me to the pap smear, the EKG, the CT scan, and some other shit I can't quite remember. All of this to discover that my appendix is inflamed, but not in such a way that they think surgery is necessary. They chalked it up to gastritis and told me to come back on Sunday if it still hurts.
It. Still. Hurts.
My mom is bringing Fatty to her house and I'm going to camp out on their couch. I'm going back to bed now.
Suffice to say that after the 16th time I'd puked, after 8 solid hours and crying and puking and attempting to sleep but failing due to the completely constant burning in my chest and stomach, my mother heard me crawling around the floor and moaning around 4 am and we finally went to the ER.
Morphine. Anti-nausea crap. Threatened with a rectal temp, which I think I responded to with a rousing, "HELL NO!". They did make me to the pap smear, the EKG, the CT scan, and some other shit I can't quite remember. All of this to discover that my appendix is inflamed, but not in such a way that they think surgery is necessary. They chalked it up to gastritis and told me to come back on Sunday if it still hurts.
It. Still. Hurts.
My mom is bringing Fatty to her house and I'm going to camp out on their couch. I'm going back to bed now.