Had a great evening Saturday. Went to our friends house and then the group of us headed out to the bowling alley. Great fun.
12:30AM arrives and we are at home after a fun filled evening.
Suddenly I end up, once again, really ill.
Except this time it was a vomit fest from 12:30 in the morning until 7:00am. Over 13times.
Naturally there was not any relief, unlike on some occasions after you throw up you have that sensation of "ah, my tummy isn't contracting anymore." Nope, not Saturday night.
Soon my TUBA ASS started it's song and like a colonoscopy prep, I knew we would be paying a visit to the ER.
By 7:00am I had exhausted all attempts to keep fluids and meds in and Brian took me to the ER.
So did I.
Got a nice burning shot in my tush, zofran by IV and a few bags of fluids and life felt better. I rejected any offers for narcotics because I didn't want my already weak tummy any weaker. They did suggest Adivan (sp) and although it's like the king of Valium. Come to find out when your stomach is cramping up and in a lot of pain, it actually can relieve the symptoms. So I agreed to it and every muscle within my body opened itself up to pure relaxation.
That's exactly what we all thought.
There were no blood draws or catscans. The only test was a pretty fecal test that will have results in a few days.
5hours later I'm able to go home.
Spent some time with my mother in law and Grandma in law who, by luck, happened to be in town visiting us, before crashing for the rest of the day. Remember, I had been up all night with absolutely zero zzz's. Just cold tiles pushed up against my tushie and a porcelain chill leaning on my pancakes.
Monday morning arrives, I wake up and BAM! Pam is here.
So, food poisoning? Not so sure anymore.
2nd opinions are not in the works starting with a call to a Gyne maven out at Rush on Michigan avenue downtown Chicago.
I'm out of ideas, answers and anything else.
Very frustrated and annoyed at not only the expense of this all, but all the time down from whatever this frustrating issue is.
There, off my toilet box.
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