And, as most of you know, I get chronic stomach aches for god knows what reason and even my doc doesnt know what the fuck is wrong with me.
This morning I got one..no big deal...then i got another one...oookay...then another one..and another...until they were minutes apart and it hurt to move. I laid down on the couch for a bit and sobbed to myself before collecting myself and driving to the hospital. I've never been to the doctor in this area but I will safely say I WILL NEVER FUCKING GO AGAIN! It is so ghetto and makes me miss Rancho Bernardo even more where there is a DIFFERENCE between the examination rooms and the supply closet...here they just combine the two and the nurses wear those stupid "Nurse Ratched" hats. >_<
Now, you might think im overreacting *grunt* but I've never been able to get to the doctor AS they were happening so i figured I might as well go, not to mention i was already way late for work (i called in though).
So, after a couple of hours waiting in the urgent care with 2 jokers for clerks calling me "Lauren", and ushering me to...*gulp* pee in a cup and a cute doctor rubbing my tummy *pyrrr!*....nothing. nada. zip.
As I thought of course, there doesnt seem to be a pattern to it although I'm almost absolutelysure that yesterday's OD directly contributed to this case. Im not sure about the others though.
To give you an idea of what it feels like it feels like that movie "the cell" where someone is taking my intestines out and wrapping them around a spiky spit of sorts. Only briefly though...so its never a prolonged thign but jeeze it hurts so bad.
so. I'm home, waiting for dad to get home so he can yell at me about how hes disappointed in me for this reason and that reason. I just wanna cry or curl up or something. =( At least i ate something..so i feel a tad better, but not really emotionally *sulk*