The world goes on without me. Not that it's surprising in any way, but while there's an overwhelming sense that I need to "catch up," there's also this humbling thought that I'm just a cog, a blip on the screen, and that everything continues without me. That picture shows the number of unread blogs I have since I haven't logged into Feedly/Google Reader in over a week. Maybe I'm trying to keep up with too much, I'm not sure.

I've been sick on and off for nearly a week, culminating in a trip to the ER yesterday morning for severe abdominal pain. I have no idea if this is related to my illness-ridden days last week, nor am I certain that yesterday's incident was simply a bug. A CT scan at the ER seemed to rule out any major issues with internal organs and the like, but no one was really sure why I would be doubled-over in pain as I was, save for "a bug." Right. That's not useful, though probably on target.

Yesterday morning's conversation went a little like this:

Me: Uggggh, I thought I was hungry…Ugggghhhh…..but ohhhhhhhh it hurtttttssssssss.

HusbandMan: Um, are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?

Me: Ugggghhhhhh, pain….it hurts….BLECH. There went that banana I ate earlier.

HusbandMan: Do you think I should take you to the ER? Or do you want to go see a doctor in a few hours?

Me: Ugggghhhhhh, pain. ER. Closest one….

Once we got to the car, the pain miraculously (thankfully) subsided, along with the nausea, only to rear it's ugly head an hour or so later in the ER. The conversation was likewise just as interesting, though a few expletives might have managed to find there way in there (thanks to a dose of dilautid [aka OPIATE] which left the REST of me feeling very.very.happy. But not my stomach. Which made the happiness hard to enjoy and probably made me a little bitter toward my stomach).

Some 6 hours later, I had failed to keep down some vile contrast solution (twice), and had an inconclusive diagnosis of sever abdominal pain with no known source and was sent on my way to revel in clear liquids and B.R.A.T. (bananas, rice, apples and toast – the bananas aren't high on my personal list).

As continuing punishment to my stomach, I have vowed to eat only rice and toast and clear liquids for a few days. I think that will teach el-stomach-o a lesson, don't you think?

P.S. I am feeling much better, and really am trying to get caught up on "things." The only remnant of the aforementioned stomach pain is a slight cough. Seems unrelated but appears to be a result of that opiate I was given which apparently has "depressive" effects on the respiratory system. Back to creating trouble and ruckus as usual.

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