Well, my Thanksgiving kind of sucked. I woke up on Thursday a.m. with severe pain in my chest & abdomen, could not breath well, and was sweating like a racehorse. Went to the ER – which says everything about how bad it was given how much I HATE hospitals – where they ran me through the battery of tests. Doctor would later tell me that, based on my initial symptoms, he was absolutely convinced I was having a heart attack … but I wasn’t. All of the heart tests came back fine and the pain gradually started shifting down to the abdomen entirely, which based on the tests now points to something wonky with my gall bladder. With the symptoms mostly abated, I was cut loose with a prescription for Ciproflaxacin and a strict low/no fat diet (which really kind of sucks); ended up going back to the ER after I threw up some hours later – doctor determined this was likely due to the low fat meal replacement drink I consumed not being low fat enough. So I got a prescription for anti-nausea (just in case) & the doctor said they’d just tack that onto the previous visit’s bill instead of charging me for a second ER visit (which I very much appreciated.) So I struggled with abdominal discomfort for most of the night – was nearly impossible to get comfortable enough to actually sleep; I probably got one, maybe two hours of sleep total but only in ten minute increments before the pain woke me back up – then around 8am yesterday morning, the Ciprofloxacin finally did its job and now I’m back to normal(ish). I’ve still got an early morning appointment for Monday to do an ultrasound and have to chat with another doctor to discuss those results with the end results possibly being “we need to remove your gall bladder asap so … time for surgery!”, but at the moment, I’m rather pleased to feel fairly normal again.

Of course, the no fat diet right now means I can eat … Jell-o. And bananas. And white rice. And drink water. Which just seems so wrong during Thanksgiving weekend…