Well, That Was "Fun"

[handful_ofdust]

Spent much of today, from roughly 2:45 AM to 5:00 PM, in Mount Sinai hospital's emergency ward. What happened was that after a series of diarrhea attacks, my stomach suddenly swelled up and started making me feel like I had to fart/take an immediate crap, except nothing more happened. Since this doesn't often feel great even when something does immediately happen, when said feeling continues to persist at exactly the same level and intensity for, say, an hour and a half, it gets really painful, really fast. Steve, freaked out a bit by me lying on the floor and moaning, called 911, and the paramedics took me away--without any money, without my coat, without anything to read. Ten hours later, I've had a CAT scan and two courses of muscle relaxants; I'm not in pain anymore, but no one can tell me A) what that was or B) if it'll happen again, aside from it C) not being appendicitis (good) and D) me apparently turning out to have cysts on one of my ovaries, but the perfectly normal kind (ick). The doctors are calling it a "gastrointenstinal incident": Might have been flu, might have been salmonella which somehow only hit me, might have been meatcake. But now I know that even the best hospitals are cold as hell and boring beyond belief without reading material (I spent a phase of the afternoon re-reading the Globe and Mail's obituaries section, in lieu of anything else being available), and that being at the mercy of someone else's timetable really, really sucks. And my back hurts a lot.

Aaaaand...scene.

Comments

[glamberson.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday--?

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Yup. Thanks.

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

The middle-of-the-night thing really tends to exacerbate the boredom and bleakness of hospitals, as well. Hope you don't have to go through it again, any time - well, any time at all.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too. Mom thinks it might have been stress about Cal's impending assessment, which I suppose...might have been true. But what the hell can't you do about that?

[theengineer.livejournal.com]

Nothing to read?!?

Seriously, hope you're feeling better.

But, nothing to read?!?

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Nothing at all. I don't know if it was "hell" per se, but I've never spent so much time just sleeping in my life.

[canadiansuzanne.livejournal.com]

I had a similar thing happen to me back in 1998. After six weeks of tests that produced absolutely nothing, they declared I had IBS, which is a "diagnosis of exclusion".

Fingers crossed that it was only something you ate.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Yeah, between the two of them, I'm obviously also pulling for "something I ate". But thanks.;)