For a little while now I have been battling what I thought was acid reflux or maybe even an ulcer. Last night the pain was so bad that I couldn't handle it anymore and hubby took me to the emergency room.
After blood work, x-rays and an ultrasound, the doctor came in to tell me I was going to be admitted for an inflamed pancreas. I told him I'd rather not stay because of my panic attacks. He went to call my primary physician who confirmed that. (Remember him? The one who now shows me right to a room so I don't have to get all freaked out in the waiting room?)
I was sent home with prescriptions for Prilosec and Vicodin. I'm on clear liquids for 24 hours. I'm to go right back if the pain become intolerable.
I spent most of the day on the couch. I won't lie. It hurts like hell. If anyone has ever had gallbladder problems, then you'll know what it feels like. On a scale of 1 to 10, it's about a 12.
No, I'm not "back" to blogging yet, but I had two posts to do today where I had to post a link. The link for this post is laptop.