Yesterday was indeed a heavenly day as planned, but last night and this morning were spent mostly in the pit of hell. The cardiologist cleared me earlier in the week, the diagnosis for recurrent and often severe upper stomach pain is looking and feeling more like a hiatal hernia or some gall bladder issues, or both. Whatever it is I spent a hellish night doubled over for hours.
My diet resumed to more normal fare yesterday and that’s a leading candidate in my mind for why wave after wave of severe cramps and burning in the pit of my stomach hit me in the middle of the night. It took two 7.5mg Vicoprofen to ease the symptoms and I didn’t take those until way late because, if it’s an ulcer or if stomach irritation is involved, ibuprofen is the last thing you’d want. Between the painkillers and the rising sun, the symptoms have now backed way off. Now working with the PCP to see if I can get into a gastroenterologist or admitted for tests asap. I do not want to go through a night like last night again, not ever.
Thank you President Clinton for FMLA. If I had to try and work through these episodes, forget about working, just walking from the parking lot to my desk would have been an ordeal worthy of Pheidippides. Workout Girl said I was as pale as a ghost when she saw me this morning, not to mention almost crying. My manager would probably take one look at that and call an ambulance.