My stomach hurts. It burns most of the time. I take Tagamet, but it only helps so much. I'm fucking tired all of the time. I've lost seven pounds since last Monday, which I would usually enjoy, but this is because I hardly eat anything at all. I can't, although the food helps for a little bit, but then the burning comes back. Holy shit, does it come back. My throat feels raw from whatever is bubbling down there.
I have an upper GI scheduled for next Friday. The lap band clinic ordered it after hearing my symptoms. It could be a slip. I don't think it is though. It's something else, something that is fucking annoying and scary and painful, and I know that the clinic itself won't be looking for anything other than a slip so they can cover their asses.
So my choices are this: wait until Friday and see if I can get them to check for any other issues, or say, "To hell with it", swallow my pride (because this is really fucking embarrassing and I feel like a hypochondriac), and just hit the ER again tonight.
I'm fucking miserable, and I'm really tired of being sick all of the time. I had grand plans to do heavy cleaning after I got back from Michigan, and I can't even do that because I'm just wiped out. I've taken to napping almost constantly because I'm so fatigued. Yesterday was a rare exception, but then I came home and passed out on the bed while my poor kid entertained himself. That is such shitty parenting.
I'm a fucking mess. If it didn't hurt so much, I'd be drinking that fucking bottle of vodka on my counter to numb the pain and bullshit.
Fuck.
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