Yeah, Greg, it could have been the 37 Bud Lights that started the madness. :) But actually it really started whilst eating some Arthur Bryant's BBQ. Go figure.
So I got up this morning in writhing pain and thought about calling in. Then I asked myself, "Why not?" I came up with a few answers that were all BS and decided that no matter what's going on at work I need to take care of myself. Work can wait.
I went to the doctor. Gave some blood and some pee. Gonna give some poo too next time I have to go. I got to feel what it's like to be 50 and the good doctor didn't even buy me any flowers.
It turns out it could be any number of things. While an ulcer is possible, it's not probable since I'm taking Nexium. It could be any number of things but his prime suspects seem to be either appendix or gall bladder. I'm thinking I'm about to have some kind of unnecessary organ removed in the near future.
I've been drifting in and out of sleep all day which tells me my body is trying to heal itself. I'll probably take off tomorrow and continue to heal. We'll see what the lab results look like as well as a gall bladder ultrasound, but hopefully this will go away on its own. If it does, it could have been some intestinal scar tissue or something along those lines.
I'll start treating my stomach with more respect. I told the good doctor that I'm done with 88 - 132 ounces a day of Dew. That's the worst. I'll start keeping an eye on the diet too. I told him I'll make no promises about spicy food but that I'll do my best to cut back. C'mon, I gotta have some fun.
Was a half fun, half agonizing weekend. We went to KC Friday. Greg and I left in the morning Julie showed up later. Greg's wife couldn't join because she was sick. Greg picked up a free room at Harrah's and free tickets to see Queensryche. A fun time was had by all.
We met a lady that reminded me of my grandma, if only she were into blackjack instead of slots. We sat down at a blackjack table at around 1:00pm or so and there was a lady sitting there who looked like she had been there a while. Real nice, tons of money in front of her, having a great time, etc.
She was still there after the show that night.
And guess what? She was STILL THERE at 8:00 the next morning! Not there again, STILL THERE!
We saw Barry, Missey, and the kids. I felt bad because an hour or two into our visit is when my abdominal pain really started. But we had a good time. I can't believe how big my godchildren are getting! They seem to be doing great.
I think that's one of the good things about getting older. When you go for a long time without seeing someone, chances are pretty good you'll walk away saying, "Wow, they're doing great!" As we move from our 20s into our 30s I guess we really start to establish ourselves. I made a comment that I can't believe my oldest godchild is almost 10. Missey said, "Imagine how we feel, we're the parents!" Yeech!
I just don't want to turn 50. And have to go through what I went through today once a year. Yes, I know Greg gets it once a day but I'm not greg. That sucked.
I'm going to go hit the couch again. I feel like something inside my abdomen is about to explode.