So. This hasn't been fun. Warnings for icky health.
So, re: my previous post on my health, I went to the doctor.
Apparently, I have something called splenic flexure syndrome, going along with the whole irritable bowel thing. It means that pockets of air in my colon have been pressing on the nerve in the bend of the colon next to the spleen, keeping it from telling me that I need to use the bathroom.
Meaning that I'm literally (not just figuratively, this time) full of it.
Or was. They gave me the stuff they give people when they're prepping for colonoscopies. Yeah. Three hours of drinking vaguely pineapple-flavored salty slime every ten minutes. Six hours unable to leave the bathroom.
I hurt more than I did before. I had been stretching my colon, and now it's like a rubber band that had been held stretched for too long. It hurts because it had gotten used to being stretched, and now isn't. I feel like I need to use the bathroom all the time. My bladder and kidneys hate me. Heck, my body from the ribs downward hate me. My intestine is cramping and grumbling, my fibromyalgia has caused knots to form in my posture muscles, meaning that the striated muscle is hurting on top of the over-stretched smooth muscle below. I ache all over. I'm tired.
I woke up the morning after spending the 6 hours (until 5am) in the bathroom, to find my abdomen had exploded with pain. I nearly passed out, I know it. I couldn't feel anything, couldn't think. My mom and dad were scared, I was so pale. I was scared, but couldn't really feel it. I stumbled into the kitchen and fell into a chair, holding out my hand for something, anything. I was severely dehydrated, having expelled all the liquid that could reach my intestine the night before. I had no potassium in my system, nor any blood sugar to speak of.
One chugged 7up, a potassium pill, and fifteen minutes of burping later, I felt nearly human. It didn't last. All my family was visiting for my grandfather's 90th birthday party, so we had a 13yr old, a 9yr old, a 3yr old and an 18 month old running around the house, along with a considerable number of family members, some making shit jokes at my expense (love you too, guys). And I got to help host a reception/party for 60 people, doling out punch and helping clean up spills, chatting with people I hardly knew (or straight-up didn't know) all that afternoon. I was on my feet the entire time.
Then a family supper, and more talking. I was glad to see them all, since I so rarely get to, but I wish I had felt better. I could have enjoyed it more.
People left, this morning.
Including my parents, so I'm alone with my hurty, light-headed self, tonight.
And I have an 11-hour drive tomorrow.
*flops*
Apparently, I have something called splenic flexure syndrome, going along with the whole irritable bowel thing. It means that pockets of air in my colon have been pressing on the nerve in the bend of the colon next to the spleen, keeping it from telling me that I need to use the bathroom.
Meaning that I'm literally (not just figuratively, this time) full of it.
Or was. They gave me the stuff they give people when they're prepping for colonoscopies. Yeah. Three hours of drinking vaguely pineapple-flavored salty slime every ten minutes. Six hours unable to leave the bathroom.
I hurt more than I did before. I had been stretching my colon, and now it's like a rubber band that had been held stretched for too long. It hurts because it had gotten used to being stretched, and now isn't. I feel like I need to use the bathroom all the time. My bladder and kidneys hate me. Heck, my body from the ribs downward hate me. My intestine is cramping and grumbling, my fibromyalgia has caused knots to form in my posture muscles, meaning that the striated muscle is hurting on top of the over-stretched smooth muscle below. I ache all over. I'm tired.
I woke up the morning after spending the 6 hours (until 5am) in the bathroom, to find my abdomen had exploded with pain. I nearly passed out, I know it. I couldn't feel anything, couldn't think. My mom and dad were scared, I was so pale. I was scared, but couldn't really feel it. I stumbled into the kitchen and fell into a chair, holding out my hand for something, anything. I was severely dehydrated, having expelled all the liquid that could reach my intestine the night before. I had no potassium in my system, nor any blood sugar to speak of.
One chugged 7up, a potassium pill, and fifteen minutes of burping later, I felt nearly human. It didn't last. All my family was visiting for my grandfather's 90th birthday party, so we had a 13yr old, a 9yr old, a 3yr old and an 18 month old running around the house, along with a considerable number of family members, some making shit jokes at my expense (love you too, guys). And I got to help host a reception/party for 60 people, doling out punch and helping clean up spills, chatting with people I hardly knew (or straight-up didn't know) all that afternoon. I was on my feet the entire time.
Then a family supper, and more talking. I was glad to see them all, since I so rarely get to, but I wish I had felt better. I could have enjoyed it more.
People left, this morning.
Including my parents, so I'm alone with my hurty, light-headed self, tonight.
And I have an 11-hour drive tomorrow.
*flops*