Thursday, February 21, 2013

It Took A Visit to the Hospital To Prompt Me

I don't do doctors (in the romantic sense or otherwise).  I avoid them like the plague.  Not because I don't trust them (unlike dentists and car salesmen whom top my list of mistrust).  But because I have better things to do with my time than wait hours in a doctor's office, get poked and prodded, be told they don't know what's wrong with me, and find a huge bill in my mailbox a week later. 

I don't even have a regular physician.  The last time I saw a doctor regularly was when I was in a car wreck nine years ago and jacked my knee.  Once that was healed, I quit going.  I know, I know, I'm not the poster child for health.

Within the last six months, I've been having extreme stabbing pains in my  upper stomach.  At first, I chalked it up to my digestive issues.  I don't dookie on a regular basis.  (TMI!)  And when I do, it's usually met with horrible gut-wrenching pains, nausea, and the runs.  I've had that problem for over fifteen years and tried to get a diagnosis for it back in the day but gave up when I kept getting the run-around.  It's a pain I've learned to live with. 

After a few bouts of the upper stomach pain that felt like a thousand knives taking turns stabbing me, I came to the common sense conclusion that it's something entirely different than my digestive issues.  Wednesday morning I came home from work with the notion that I could get a good day's sleep.  Boy, did my plans change!

Less than an hour after laying down, I woke up with pains that were a 12 on a scale of 1 to 10.  My husband demanded that we go to the hospital.  His words: "I'm tired of this, you being in all this pain."  I think what he meant was "I'm tired of this and you're a pain."

For the first time in ever, I was impressed with the local hospital.  I got right in and they started me right away on an IV and pain killers.  I still had pain but was higher than a kite and didn't care as much.  I had a doctor I could understand and who explained things to me in layman's terms.  In the end, I still got no definite answers.  But I at least got a cool Snoopy band aid.

In a couple of weeks I will be going to see a GI doctor in the hopes that I can get a diagnosis and find out what the heck is wrong with me.  I actually called and made the appointment today.  Wish me luck!

7 comments:

Katherine Phillips said...

I hope you feel better and get a diagnosis soon.

Kayla @ TheEclecticElement said...

Being higher then a kite when you're in that much pain is DEFINITELY appreciated. That's how I felt the first month and a half of this year; it's been LOTS of pain meds up until I had my surgery.

Trust me, I KNOW the frustration, anger and hopelessness of doctors, hospitals, and tests that all come back with nothing, especially if it's been going on for years like you mentioned.

All you can do is what you're doing and hope for the best! If you ever need to chat or brainstorm ideas, I'm a phone call or email away.

katy said...

I hope you feel better. Take care of yourself. Make it a top priority.

Mandy- Read. Write. Mom! said...

Bless your heart, girl. I sure hope they can figure out what's going on and get you some relief. Please keep us posted.

P.S..."dookie" cracks me up!! LOL!!

Masshole Mommy said...

Oh wow, I hope they can find the cause of the pain! I am terrible about going to the doctor, too, but I am glad your hubby made you go!

Alexis AKA MOM said...

Oh hun I'm glad the experience went well, but I'm sad they didn't figure out what the problem was :(. Hope the GI gives some clarity.

Love the snoopy band-aid :)

Krystyn @ Really, Are You Serious? said...

I hope you come back and let us know what they find. I have a relative that has the exact same dookie issue and won't go see a GI to figure it out!