So I woke up this morning utterly convinced I had appendicitis. It was a stabbing, throbbing pain in the lower right quadrant of my stomach. You know how doctors ask you to rate your pain on a scale of 1-10? This was like, an 8.
I staggered to the bathroom - I could not stand up straight - and sat in a hot bath. Nothing. Dried off, lay down for a while. Nothing. Took my temperature (after I'd cooled off from the bath, doy) and I had a mild fever at 99 degrees.
Then I realized I 'd switched to ten-pound dumbbells (I lift weights) last night, after working out for months with 5-pounders. It was time to graduate, so I upgraded. I must have strained the shit out of my abs. I walked around for a bit and the pain lessened, presumably as my abs un-knotted themselves.
Or else I do have appendicitis. I'm heading out to get some new pens so I can finish my art trade with
lena56k. (All sketched, just need to ink and color!) So I think I'll grab some Mickey D's, and if it comes up, or if my fever gets higher, I'll truck my muscly ass over to the ER.
Whoever said exercise is good for you is FULLASHIT