sick

Okay, I'm not going to lie. Today sucked. Royally. Things have been not so great since 10pm last night. That's when my stomach started giving me excruciating pain. Around 1am I started vomiting non-stop, and after about six hours of doing so, decided I'd had enough of clutching my sides and sweating from throwing up so much. Sexy, right? I tried keeping down water, to no luck. Ice cubes wouldn't stay down, either. I was dizzy and sweating from being so sick, and I could hardly move from off the bathroom floor where I'd been planted for the past several hours.

After a 6am phone call to a family member that was along the lines of "what should I do?", I called myself a cab and hauled myself into the nearest emergency room. I sat there for a painfully long while until I was finally admitted into a bed and given a skimpy hospital gown which left me freezing and over exposed. Then I had the joy of being stuck with needles by a rabid and PMSing nurse. I think she was part vampire. The woman took enough blood from my right arm to nourish Dracula. The samples were for blood tests, which didn't turn up normal and therefore added to the Shit Factor of being in the hospital.

I was in the E.R. for around seven hours. After being cleared to leave, I decided to save money and walk home instead of taking a cab. (Why? I don't know. Because I'm cheap. Because I'm dumb. Because I am secretly into causing myself grief.) Anyway, I got so many weird looks from people on my trip back. I can imagine why, too. My hair hadn't been brushed all night and probably had strands of dried vomit in it, my clothes had the worn-in look of a homeless woman, and I had a hospital bracelet and gauze bandage wrapped around my arm. I scowled the whole way home. I figured an evil facial expression would complete my homeless bandit woman look.

I was fine for most of this past evening until I attempted to have a bowl of chicken noodle soup. My stomach suddenly started flaring up again, and I ended up getting a little panicky as a result. I had a tearful conversation with a friend who called, and ended up feeling like an idiot for blubbering over not being able to eat.

At any rate, here I am with my stomach feeling like a load of embers is resting in it. It isn't quite at the burning fire stage. More the 'smoldering charcoal' sensation. I suspect it's related to a previous health problem, which actually is fairly serious if left untreated. I was ordered to go in for tests with a GI specialist as soon as possible by the ER doctor. My attending nurse was concerned about my blood test results as well, and urged me to see her own stomach doctor.

Anyway, to keep my mind off this whole tummy thing, I've been searching around youtube like a mad woman. A link I like:

One Big Flipbook -- cute and creative.

Youtube is a healing past time. Seriously.