Nov 28, 2009 13:18
First, Thanksgiving: It was a semi-typical holiday here. My grandfather brought over parts to the lathe he's been giving my father for a few years now; as he cleans his apartment, he comes across more and more bits and pieces. My grandmother brought a couple of balloons, which nearly blew away as my grandfather opened the trunk. My mother wasn't so bad, but at some point there was some yelling. The aluminum pan dad used for the turkey had a hole in it, so he got turkey juice on the bottom of the oven without even trying. Then, when I turned the oven up to cook my rolls and sweet potatoes, the juices burned and filled the place with smoke. Great. Meanwhile, my mother and grandmother were in the family room trying out mom's Bean, the funky exercise object that my mother used for about a week and then stuck in the corner. Despite the rest of us going, uh, this probably isn't the best thing, my grandmother decided to take it home. The men and I were worried she'd fall off or crack her head open or something. However, I think part of it is simply that she has the room for it--my cousin is in the process of moving out, and in fact has been staying with her family for a week or two now. This greatly pleases my grandmother. My grandfather brought tarts from his favorite Polish baker, whose business is down the street from his favorite McDonald's, and they were good. We all liked the lemon. But it was after dessert that I started feeling icky, and basically said goodbye to my grandparents before they'd even left so I could go upstairs.
I just felt awful. I had no idea what was going on. It was almost like what happened in January in some ways, except I didn't throw up, thankfully. I felt so uncomfortable that I did end up going to see a doctor, because I was concerned it was my appendix or something. Then I felt like an idiot when the doctor went, your appendix is *here* and your gallbladder is *here*--on the opposite side of the body from where I felt funky, which was on my left side below my ribcage. Well, what can I say--ye olde Dr. Internet said that with appendicitis, it's possible for the pain or discomfort to be anywhere within the abdomen. Essentially, he figured things weren't, er, moving as they should and told me to get something to help with that. Oh, it helped. More than it needed to. But I am doing a bit better, though there's still some discomfort. All I know is that I haven't felt like that before and it wasn't good. I'm still not entirely convinced it was simply Thanksgiving dinner, but I'll go with it for now. I still basically went to bed around 7 last night and had a hard time falling asleep, but today has been better. Now I just want to know what sale swallowed my mom. She was kind enough to take me yesterday, just in case, and now is out gallivanting. She left before 8 this morning and we haven't heard from her since.
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