. . .and grind stones, and gall stones – Mama Rose, Gypsy
I kicked off my Labor Day weekend in the emergency room of Piedmont Hospital. I’ve been having awful pain since last Wednesday, gradually getting worse each day, especially at night after meals. My husband kept asking me if I needed to go to the ER, and I stubbornly said no, because the last time I went to the ER with stomach pain, they basically told me I had an upset stomach and sent me home. This pain was similar, but much worse.
After being up all night Thursday night with pain, we ventured over to the urgent care doctor on Friday morning.
We went in, and I told them my symptoms and the nurse told me to go to the ER. “It sounds like your gallbladder. They’ll need to do an ultrasound. You should go right away.”
So, we went to the ER. I saw the triage nurse right away and explained my symptoms. “Sounds like your gallbladder,” she said. (Also, to note, my mom and sister have both had their gallbladders removed)
After three house in the waiting room suffering from “attacks,” they finally admitted us into a room. About 2 hours later the doctor came in to see us. Again, I explained my symptoms (apparently, they don’t read charts anymore), and the doctor said, “It sounds like a gallbladder attack.” He explained I would need to have some blood taken and an ultrasound.
It was another hour before the blood was drawn, and another hour before the ultrasound. Another hour passed and they gave me some pain meds that actually worked. After another hour, with D trying to sleep on the uncomfortable railing of my bed, and me drifting in and out of sleep interrupted by really loud hospital announcements, we finally got the diagnosis.
“We don’t know what it is,” said the Doctor. “Your bloodwork was fantastic.” (Thanks vegan diet) “Your gallbladder looked normal on the ultrasound.” He noted a few things that they noticed, but didn’t seem to concerned about. “We are scratching our heads, because you show all the signs of gallstones, but we don’t see anything wrong.”
So, I was sent home (another hour after the diagnosis) with the number of a GI doctor to do some sort of MRI on my gallbladder to see what else might be wrong. I get to eat a “bland” diet and exist on painkillers until we know what’s wrong. Until then, it’s just mystery pain. Since it’s Labor Day Weekend, this probably won’t get resolved until next week.
So think of me, while you are lounging by the pool, Mojito in hand, honoring this labor day weekend. I’ll be sitting on my couch with some ginger ale and a banana.
Anyone else have weird mystery stomach pains? Isn’t a plant-based diet supposed to prevent these types of illnesses?