Yesterday I had an endoscopy (EGD?) to check for ulcers and an ultrasound to check for gall stones. Both were negative.
Last Friday, it was an abdominal and pelvic CT scan (without contrast). All my organs were normal.
Repeated blood tests show low white blood cell counts, indicating it may be viral.
What is it? Sharp, persistent abdominal pain, accompanied by strong nausea (but no vomiting). Not burning, like heartburn. It doesn’t move, like trapped air might. Nexium and other acid-reducers don’t help. I don’t remember the name of my new medicine, but so far, it just makes me dizzy and sleepy.
The endoscopy came with a dose of Demerol. I don’t like mind-altering drugs; I resisted taking the Tylenol/codeine crap they gave me after my wisdom teeth extraction. The last thing I remember from the procedure yesterday was them laying back the upper part of the bed and placing the oxygen tubes in my nose; they tickled.
They told me I might remember them spraying my throat or gagging a bit. Nope. I almost wish I did.
After the procedure, I wasn’t supposed to do anything involving making decisions for the rest of the night. No signing legal documents. No cooking or driving.
I did, however, take the liberty of “drunk dialing” my parents’ answering machine as we were leaving the hospital. I don’t really remember the ride home, or talking to my mother about how to get my prescription paid for.
I… don’t even know. Whoo. Never again, if I can help it.
As it is, I’m petitioning to drop a class that’s just slipping away from me at this point. I don’t even have the stamina to make it to that class by the end of the day. If I just drop it through normal procedures, I’d fail, so I’m going through a committee and explaining I’ve been sick.
Pardon me if I repeat myself.
In other news, strides are being made toward me working at my old high school. In case that doesn’t happen, I’ve also applied to teach in New Orleans. They’re hiring something like 600 teachers for the new year to help build back up the district. I could get licensed as I teach (or maybe over the summer) for both positions.
The future is near. I’m eying apartments in Charlotte, although the ones I like are across town from where some would prefer I live. All I have to say to that is two words: teacher’s salary. The University area is expensive.
I should end this. I’m rambling.