| Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 06:21 pm Blagh. |
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Current Mood:  grateful
This past week and weekend was very painful for me.
Saturday night I felt a sharp pain right underneath my chest that I'd felt also on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, only earlier that week it had felt like heartburn. Saturday it just felt like extreme indigestion. I keeled over at work and I've had severe bouts of diarrhea since last Sunday. Still do.
So Sunday morning I decided to go to Immediate Care since no food changes had made any positive outcomes. I had tried just eating bland foods, apples, yogurt and the like--no avail. Immediate Care I promptly puked and they told me to go to the emergency room. I go to the E.R., and by this time it's about 3:30 in the afternoon and the only thing I'd had to eat was half a banana at noon. They schedule an ultrasound and a CT scan in the E.R. and I get those done--negative. Great. That night I got admitted to the hospital as inpatient.
The following day they scheduled me for two invasive tests--an endoscopy and a HIDA scan. Both consisted of considerably more discomfort than an ultrasound or C.T. The endoscopy wasn't bad, they wheeled me out and injected me with a drug that promptly knocked me out while they stuck the tube down my throat and peeked in at my upper GI tract. Again, nothing.
The HIDA scan was different--now I'd told the doctor several times that my family has had a history of gallbladder problems and that both my mom and grandma had theirs taken out years ago. The pain was also right underneath the ribcage--just a dull, gurgly pain at this point since there was nothing left in my belly. They still had given me instructions not to eat anything, and it was Saturday afternoon. The HIDA scan was specifically to take a picture of my gallbladder. They first took a picture of it whilst idle, then 30 minutes later, injected me with an enzyme that was produced naturally in the body anyway that would make it react as if I "ate a whole bucket of fried chicken". I immediately felt nauseous, but they had my lie on my back with the camera two inches away from my belly which prevented me to do anything about it but swallow the bile down.
Still, the scans came back negative. Nothing. No ulcers, no gallstones, nothing that gave me any answers at all. The nurse had said that the ideal function of a gallbladder was to be at 70-80%, and mine was at 38%, but they wouldn't consider taking it out unless it was below 30% function. Great.
So what they chalk the pain up to was a severe infection or virus. AKA--no answer.
I got home and immediately did research on different websites about people who've experienced similar pain, and every single person had claimed that mixing a shot of apple cider vinegar with some apple juice cures all ails--within 15 minutes the pain is gone. Not a single claim saying that it didn't. They say chugging it is the best way to do it. So I tried it, and right now I do have to say I feel 50X better than I did in the hospital bed. I wish I knew this beforehand so I wouldn't be wasting so much of my time and hunger away.
In conclusion:
I fuckin' hate hospitals. |
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