Anyway, after I took the pill nothing changed. I actually had tears in my eyes it was so bad. I ended up "sleeping" on the couch, tossing and turning all night. I did catch up on some of my recorded shows. Always looking for the positive! When I got up on Saturday I felt better but, my gut still hurt. So, I took it easy most of the day.
Sunday we had big plans to go bowling with friends for Johnsie's birthday. I still was crampy so, I didn't bowl but, I did move around quite a bit helping Johnsie and whatever. After we got home I swear all hell broke loose in my gut. I was doubled over and seeing stars. Ryan kept telling me, No Way is this just gas. Let me tell you right here that, since Friday no more gas then usual has passed out of me. Aren't you all SO happy I am talking about MY FARTS.
Back to the story. So Ryan has to leave for work around 5pm and I am all like, "yeah, go, I'm fine." I didn't want my gas getting up in his face. Sorry, just had to write that b/c I thought it was funny. Anyway, I didn't want him to miss work even though he assured me it was no problem for him to stay home. So, off he goes and around 6:20 Manny sneaks and calls him because I am scaring him with my howling and bawling. Ryan is back home by 7ish. He gives me some ibuprofen and I snuggle up with my heating pad and fall asleep.
When I wake up on Monday I am actually feeling better. Guts are still sore but I can move around. Ok, so Ryan has been telling me to go to the dr because this can't just be gas. I am thinking to myself, as humbling as it will be to go into the dr for GAS, I for sure the heck will not go through another night like last night.
So around 10am I head off to the doctor. Aren't you all so happy you started reading this post. :)
Sunday we had big plans to go bowling with friends for Johnsie's birthday. I still was crampy so, I didn't bowl but, I did move around quite a bit helping Johnsie and whatever. After we got home I swear all hell broke loose in my gut. I was doubled over and seeing stars. Ryan kept telling me, No Way is this just gas. Let me tell you right here that, since Friday no more gas then usual has passed out of me. Aren't you all SO happy I am talking about MY FARTS.
Back to the story. So Ryan has to leave for work around 5pm and I am all like, "yeah, go, I'm fine." I didn't want my gas getting up in his face. Sorry, just had to write that b/c I thought it was funny. Anyway, I didn't want him to miss work even though he assured me it was no problem for him to stay home. So, off he goes and around 6:20 Manny sneaks and calls him because I am scaring him with my howling and bawling. Ryan is back home by 7ish. He gives me some ibuprofen and I snuggle up with my heating pad and fall asleep.
When I wake up on Monday I am actually feeling better. Guts are still sore but I can move around. Ok, so Ryan has been telling me to go to the dr because this can't just be gas. I am thinking to myself, as humbling as it will be to go into the dr for GAS, I for sure the heck will not go through another night like last night.
So around 10am I head off to the doctor. Aren't you all so happy you started reading this post. :)
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Hope you're feeling better!
I hope it's just bad gas, but I am glad you will check it out. Ouch!
I love fart stories. Really. But not when it ends up in pain. :(
You commented on my potting bench and invited me to come over to your blog. How ironic I found your gas post! Last Tuesday I had to go home from work because I almost passed out on my patient (I am a dental hygienist) from stomach pains. Keep in mind I worked all day and was in labor and didn't know it until I went to my regularly scheduled dr's appt after work and he told me to go to the hospital. So I am thinking this was some bad pain. It hasn't come back. It really sounds like we had the same thing. I had my gallbladder removed years ago so I know it's not that organ. I hope your pain stays away and mine too
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