I went to the emergency room on Saturday. I had very sharp stomach pains, dry heaves, diarrhea, exploding nipples, etc. It started Friday at about 9:00pm and I checked in Saturday at 5:00am. My initial thought was food poisoning from dinner, and so, after eight hours of the Battle of the Orifices, I figured I should probably consult a physician.
It wasn't the worse hospital visit I've had. I got an I.V., had X-rays done, the doc shoved her finger up my butt, I puked into those stupid little plastic thingies, and had a shot in my butt cheek that still hurts. The final diagnosis was viral gastroenteritis. Bleh.
I feel like a baby when I go to the hospital for something I'm going to eventually get over anyway. The doctor said I was smart to come in because I was very dehydrated and my stomach had some spasms that were preventing me from vomiting. She was right. I was in X-ray a little while after getting the shot to calm my stomach, and it was in X-ray where I tossed it all up. The tech looked like she felt sorry for me, but I know she was thinking, "Dammit, this is the very reason I wanted to be in X-ray! I'm not supposed to have pukers!."
The whole day I was a bump on a log. I'm sure Sarah wanted to strangle me, but she showed great restraint and compassion, like the loving wife she is. If this site doesn't get updated in a couple of weeks, you know where to start the investigation.