In which I ramble about HORRIBLE STOMACH PAIN FROM HELL (tm)
Well, today certainly wasn't fun. I went to work, feeling fine and dandy, when, without warning, I suddenly developed a thoroughly unpleasant pain in my gut. It made me wince at first, but it quickly developed into something so painful that I couldn't even walk properly, and, every so often, I had to stop and double over when it got too much.
Determined, I still continued to do the task I'd been set, albeit a lot slower than I would have liked, and, when lunchtime came around, I thought "Right, I'll see how it goes, and if it doesn't improve after lunch, I'll tell my boss".
...Unfortunately, it only proceeded to get WORSE during my lunch break. I tried to eat something, but the pain was so excruciating by this point that I simply couldn't. By this point I couldn't even move, not even slightly - every attempt to do so just sent agony flooding through me. It was like a cross between a cramp and trapped wind, only worse. It wasn't period pains and it wasn't the usual abdominal pain, so it was either particularly bad trapped wind, or something else. Hopefully it was just the former.
Anyway, a fellow staff member spotted me and rushed off to call a first aider and a manager - said manager was Sharon, who decided right there and then I should be sent home, and kindly let me use the work phone so I could call for a lift home. Shortly after, Debbie saw me, and helped me down to reception where I could wait, and even held on to my arm because I was struggling to walk. By this point, it had been hurting for nearly three hours.
My mother gave me a lift, and she'd brought along some peppermint cordial, as she finds that diluting some of that with hot water helps with trapped wind. As soon as I got home, I crawled into bed (with Euan's help - I couldn't even pull the fricking covers over me without yelling in agony). Honestly, it scared me a bit. I even tried to call the doctor's surgery to get the out-of-hours number, but the answering machine didn't pick up.
Anyway, I drank some of the cordial in hot water, and, after being in bed for a little over two hours, the pain eventually faded. I got out of bed with no trouble, and, aside from the odd, mild twinge every so often, the pain hasn't returned.
What a palava!
In other news, this news story has made me so fucking angry:
A woman is in jail after police say she forced her 12-year-old son to kill his pet hamster with a hammer as punishment for bad grades.
What the FUCK is WRONG with some people?!
Determined, I still continued to do the task I'd been set, albeit a lot slower than I would have liked, and, when lunchtime came around, I thought "Right, I'll see how it goes, and if it doesn't improve after lunch, I'll tell my boss".
...Unfortunately, it only proceeded to get WORSE during my lunch break. I tried to eat something, but the pain was so excruciating by this point that I simply couldn't. By this point I couldn't even move, not even slightly - every attempt to do so just sent agony flooding through me. It was like a cross between a cramp and trapped wind, only worse. It wasn't period pains and it wasn't the usual abdominal pain, so it was either particularly bad trapped wind, or something else. Hopefully it was just the former.
Anyway, a fellow staff member spotted me and rushed off to call a first aider and a manager - said manager was Sharon, who decided right there and then I should be sent home, and kindly let me use the work phone so I could call for a lift home. Shortly after, Debbie saw me, and helped me down to reception where I could wait, and even held on to my arm because I was struggling to walk. By this point, it had been hurting for nearly three hours.
My mother gave me a lift, and she'd brought along some peppermint cordial, as she finds that diluting some of that with hot water helps with trapped wind. As soon as I got home, I crawled into bed (with Euan's help - I couldn't even pull the fricking covers over me without yelling in agony). Honestly, it scared me a bit. I even tried to call the doctor's surgery to get the out-of-hours number, but the answering machine didn't pick up.
Anyway, I drank some of the cordial in hot water, and, after being in bed for a little over two hours, the pain eventually faded. I got out of bed with no trouble, and, aside from the odd, mild twinge every so often, the pain hasn't returned.
What a palava!
In other news, this news story has made me so fucking angry:
A woman is in jail after police say she forced her 12-year-old son to kill his pet hamster with a hammer as punishment for bad grades.
What the FUCK is WRONG with some people?!