To give you a little background, I've ended up in the hospital 6 times since last May ('10) for severe abdominal pain and nausea. Three guesses what's happening right now and the first two don't count. Yup, you got it. Abdominal pain and nausea. The episodes of pain usually begin with a sleepless night, and, shall we say, dysmotility. I've had two mild episodes in the past two months, but neither left me as nauseous as I am right now, and this is only the beginning of an episode, if it is actually an episode, that is. I hope I'm just overreacting, but I don't think I am. The timeline fits for this to be another flare up of the FMF, and I hate that. I'm supposed to be having surgery on Monday, but I don't know if my doctors will go through with it if I'm having a flare up and can't eat or drink. Oh, did I not mention that? When the pain gets bad, it REALLY hurts to eat or drink and I end up getting admitted to the hospital with dehydration. I HATE this. I'm so sick of hospitals and doctors and illnesses.
Tomorrow, actually, no, today is my mom's birthday. Last year, we spent her birthday in the hospital. I don't want to make her do that again. I really don't. And I don't know if I should tell her I'm not doing well. I don't want her to worry on her birthday of all days. I just don't know what to do. Quite frankly, there's not a lot I can do if this turns out to be a real episode. (For the record, I prefer calling them episodes over attacks because attack sounds so melodramatic and violent.) If this is a real episode, it will progress how ever it will progress until it's over, or I get admitted, and then it starts winding down. I should have known this was going to happen. I had to take zofran yesterday morning for nausea, but I didn't think much of it. I just took some more and I hope it'll kick in soon. I'm sorry if I'm rambling, I'm just tired and I don't feel well; I'm not thinking particularly clearly.
Crap, I'm really not getting back to sleep tonight. I was really hoping I would.
Well, hopefully I'm wrong, and this isn't an episode. And hopefully tomorrow will be lovely and my surgery will go off without a hitch and without complications. I mean, it's not major surgery, it's just my wisdom teeth. Although, they've turned out to be a bigger deal than most wisdom teeth. My stupid other health problems make surgery and anesthesia kind of dangerous for me. I've had 7 appointments leading up to the surgery--all with different doctors for different surgery conerns.
Anyway, I'm rambling again. I hope you have a great night/morning. For that matter, I hope I do too. :)
