It started out at Urgent care, because there’s one here in town and I figured that this isn’t an emergency situation. I waited for an hour and finally got in to see the doctor and he poked my abdomen for a moment and said, “I can’t help you here, go to the ER.”
Well, fine then, after some deliberation — and against my better judgement, I went to the ER. I waited another hour, got some bloodwork done, and an ultrasound, they pumped me full of pain killers and acid inhibitors (the pain killers did nothing, the acid inhibitors seem to help) and declared that all of my bloodwork is “normal” and the ultrasound shows nothing out of the ordinary. They sympathized because I’m obviously in pain. I mean, everything hurts. The freaking IV hurt. It hurt when they took the IV out for goodness sake. But, there was nothing they can do for me but give me some ‘scripts and send me home. “Follow up with you doctor as soon as possible” They said to me on my way out the door. Thanks for nuthin’. Well, maybe the ‘scripts will help (the acid blockers) who knows?
So, here I am, back to square one, and wishing I’da followed my instinct to stay the fuck out of the Emergency Room. But at least we know it’s not life threatening, so there’s that I suppose. Still hurts to eat.