Paging Dr. Bombay. Dr. Bombay.

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If you would prefer to think of me as a delicate flower who does not participate in certain activities then stop reading. 

You’ve been warned.

“I swear if one more person says it’s just gas I’m going to kick them in the throat.  I may be in pain but I am fully capable of putting my foot at even the tallest man’s throat level.” ~Lauren Botts

I have always been healthy.  Never been to the ER, no major surgeries, I’ve never even had the flu.  I’m also not a “doctor” person either.  You know who I’m talking about.  The ones who run to their physician each and every time they get a cold or stub their toe.  That’s just not who I am.  I come from good stock and the healthy as a horse gene has been passed down to me.

Until now.

I came back from Ghana a little early for several reasons and one of them was my health.   I was diagnosed with “some sort of infection” (Ghanaian doctors words not mine) in January and I just haven’t been right since.   My symptoms include persistent stomach pain with 24-48 hour periods of excruciating pain which often times leads to nausea, headaches, muscle pain and soreness.  The pain varies from lower to upper, right side to left.  The only thing that provides relief is sleep which is often achieved through a new little guy I’ve met over the course of this ordeal…Mr. Percocet.  He and my buddy phenergran make an incredible duo.

There is no rhyme or reason as to what sets it off.  Spicy foods, bland foods, fiber rich, fiber poor, exercise and normal day to day activity, riding in a car…any one of these things have set it off but at other times have no affect at all. 

Over the course of next week I will be having another CT Scan, an endoscopy and a colonoscopy.  I’ll be meeting with an infectious disease specialist.  All my blood and all other “fluids” will be re-tested for abnormalities, parasites, and a host of other malfunctions. 

My fear lies in the list.  There is a long list of things it could be.  And the more things crossed off the list the more bizarre and severe the potential problem could be. 

I’m praying that whatever it is the doctors locate it.  That they locate it in my stomach.  If it’s not in my  stomach then they move the search to my reproductive organs.  A malfunction in that department would be to much for me to bear.  A malfunction in that department would make me angry.  Even the thought overwhelms me to a place of emotion I haven’t visited in many years.

 

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