. . . hit it with a 2 x 4.
That’s something my dad used to say to describe how he thought god answered his prayers. Dad being the mule, of course.
I felt like that today. God done hit me with a 2 x 4 today.
A couple of weeks ago I had a suspicion that my “Protein Pump Inhibitor” (my anti-acid reflux med) didn’t quite do the job it was supposed to. I had a really bad bout of acid reflux. The next day, all seemed ok, so I didn’t think anymore about it.
Four days ago, right alongside the walking we’ve been doing, I began to get hunger pangs. Those are supposed to be good, right? They mean you’re burning calories, right?
WRONG! *2 x 4 silly whacking sound here*
If you have hunger pangs that increase in severity each day and get worse when you eat or drink, get a clue, something is not right.
Of course I didn’t get a clue. I just drank more water to stop the hunger pang (suggested at WebMD) and I bloated.
This morning, ate a good solid breakfast and WHAMMO! Giant hunger pang like the Alien is in my belly and trying to get out. Not only do I have pain, but this time there is nausea. While I’m clutching my upper abdomen, and bent over double with my face in a pillow, I tell the hubby that we aren’t going to the movies today, but the ER.
Now, the ER is whole ‘nother boring post in itself. But, as the stay was boring, and the resultant post would be equally boring, I won’t subject you to that abuse. Let’s just agree that emergency rooms are the worst place to go when you’re not feeling well.
*Hits the fast forward button* Given vicodin, an anti-nausea pill, some other pill, and some tongue-numbing fluid laced Maalox which eases up the pain.
Gallbladder?
Pancreas?
Ulcer?
DING! DING! DING!
I’ll take “painful ulcers that killed celebrities” for $1,000, Alex!
It looks like I have a peptic ulcer. For now, they’re treating it by increasing my anti-acid reflux medicine. At the end of this month, of course I have to check in with my doctor to see if any further treatment is necessary.
Joy.
Oh. And it didn’t end there.
On the way home, on the bus, where it’s most embarrassing, after I’d not eaten the entire day, my blood sugar dropped out on me. My poor husband looked like he was unloading a drunk off the bus.
I feel battered and bruised and truly hungry and really tired.
oh i hope you feel better son. and stop worrying! I am blogging less too and chilling out at home. playing with the babies, watching tv, looking at catalogs. I like to plan stuff and then not do them. Why carry it out? later!
Jayne! I’m so sorry to hear about this. I’m sending you good thoughts so that this ulcer thing gets better and you can keep walking!
Yeah, the ER is the most horrendous place to be, ugh, just gives me shivers, I feel like a sick guinea pig when I’m there, and I don’t really trust the doctors.
Sounds exactly like a Gallbladder problem to me. Keep that in mind. They diagnosed me with all kinds of things before they finally listened to me when I came in screaming, “Will you please look at my gallbladder!” Turns out I had 2 of the biggest stones my surgeon had ever seen.
Digestive problems are the most difficult to pinpoint and diagnose. So many things work together and influence one another. Much like a bad toothache. At first you know what tooth it is.. but within hours your ear hurts, you have a headache, your sick, your ears are ringing and three other teeth seems to join in the harmonious pain opera.
Take it easy with that tummy of yours. I’m taking Lansoprazole myself for reflux as a preventive thing after the surgeries. When I had the hysterectomy an old ulcer blew up on me afterwards, so I told them in before hand this time. So far they worked good, but then I don’t know if I would’ve had any symptoms without them either.
Lansoprazole is the same as Losec btw.