Ouchie.
My tummy hurts.
It started last night, and for an indeterminate amount of time I thought I was going to die. D tried to convince me to go to the hospital, but I didn't want to crawl out of the fetal position long enough to get dressed, which is just as well since I obviously made it through the night. I slept quite well, actually, but the pain started again (significantly lessened, thank goodness) when I got out of bed, and has continued throughout the day.
I'm almost concerned now. It's lower abdominal pain, predominately on my right side, and it started while I was doing something indecent. It is not menstrual cramps, and is not gas. It is also not appendicitis, though for awhile while I was dying last night I suspected it might be. (I actually had appendicitis when I was 14, but it wasn't acute, and my Mother declined the option of surgery, opting instead to take me to a naturopath who doped me up with Chinese herbs, and prescribed 2 weeks of bed rest and a diet of brown rice and broccoli. Good times)
I can still function, though walking has been a little difficult. It seems that even the smallest amount of jostling sharpens the pain.
I'm sure it's really nothing, but darn it, nothing really needs to go away, I have plans for the evening that I'm not willing to cancel, and I'd like to be semi human by then.
Alright, I'm done whining now.
It started last night, and for an indeterminate amount of time I thought I was going to die. D tried to convince me to go to the hospital, but I didn't want to crawl out of the fetal position long enough to get dressed, which is just as well since I obviously made it through the night. I slept quite well, actually, but the pain started again (significantly lessened, thank goodness) when I got out of bed, and has continued throughout the day.
I'm almost concerned now. It's lower abdominal pain, predominately on my right side, and it started while I was doing something indecent. It is not menstrual cramps, and is not gas. It is also not appendicitis, though for awhile while I was dying last night I suspected it might be. (I actually had appendicitis when I was 14, but it wasn't acute, and my Mother declined the option of surgery, opting instead to take me to a naturopath who doped me up with Chinese herbs, and prescribed 2 weeks of bed rest and a diet of brown rice and broccoli. Good times)
I can still function, though walking has been a little difficult. It seems that even the smallest amount of jostling sharpens the pain.
I'm sure it's really nothing, but darn it, nothing really needs to go away, I have plans for the evening that I'm not willing to cancel, and I'd like to be semi human by then.
Alright, I'm done whining now.