Saturday evening I started having a pain in my right side. Nothing too bad, but with my history I tend to pay close attention to these things. Anything with my abdomen is worth my noticing, but I didn't have too much concern. It lingered into Sunday and then Monday.
Monday morning, around 11, I thought I'd call my surgeon to run it past him. He was in surgery so I talked to the nurse. The nurse immediately started asking a bevy of questions and sounded a bit concerned. She then asked me if I still had my gallbladder and appendix, to which I answered affirmatively. She had me go to the emergency room immediately.
Mind you, I was paying attention, but I wasn't too concerned. I thought it was nothing, but now I'm a little worried. My pain level is telling me Tylenol, the doctor's office is telling me ER. I'm thinking minor, they're saying CT scan. I'm perplexed and anxious now.
Off I go to the ER. I see the triage nurse and she's immediately concerned. They send me straight back to a room and I see a nurse practitioner in less than five minutes. Next think I know I'm drinking fluid for a CT, getting blood drawn, and being shot with pain and nausea medicine. I'm less anxious, because I no longer care about much of anything, but I'm still pretty perplexed. I was thinking quick once over and tell me to go home and take some acetaminophen and rest. An hour later I'm having a CT.
After the CT I'm enjoying my high and waiting for the news. At this point I figure I'm in for the long-haul, probably about to have my insides opened or something. Mind you I still don't care, the pain medicine was that good. I wait in silence for another hour.
The hour passes and I get the news- CT was normal. Good deal, I think, but they still want to talk to my surgeon. I'm waiting in silence for another hour.
The nurse practitioner strolls in and tells me the next news- nothing to see here, go home. I popped a couple of Tylenol and went back to the office.
What a weird day.
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