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False alarms from my digestive system.
Dec. 7th, 2007 01:07 pmWell, my night didn't go well.
I woke up around six in the morning with nausea sharp pains in my abdomen, worse and higher up than your usual womanly issues. Spent a while writhing about in bed before I managed to work myself up to going to the bathroom to get a little drink of water, and found myself intensely overheated as I suddenly lost the ability to stand up.
I wound up swooning onto the bathroom floor and breaking my drying rack by falling on top of it, pants opened, shirt off, and sweating copiously as my body temperature seemed to return itself to normal. Eventually I managed to get myself up and stumble back to bed, which is probably a good thing because I really don't want my suitemates coming in to find me lying faceup and half-dressed next to a twisted pile of balsa wood and pieces of air-dried clothing.
The pain's gotten a lot better now, down to more of a dull ache, but I'm still a little unsteady on my feet. Dad said to poke around my right side and see if it got more sore there, which might be a sign of an inflamed appendix. Well, it's certainly sore now but I can't tell if it's from an actual illness or the probing, sleep deprivation and stress related to pretty much everything. And when my stress is this bad it tends to give me a stomachache anyway.
...god, I hope this isn't appendicitis, the timing is positively horrific if it is. *whimpers* Wanna see m'Triad.
EDIT: Yeah, I'm going with the indigestion + stress option on this one. I'm feeling fine now, if extremely weary from having slept very little in the past couple of days. Gonna have lunch with Dad and then drive back home.
I woke up around six in the morning with nausea sharp pains in my abdomen, worse and higher up than your usual womanly issues. Spent a while writhing about in bed before I managed to work myself up to going to the bathroom to get a little drink of water, and found myself intensely overheated as I suddenly lost the ability to stand up.
I wound up swooning onto the bathroom floor and breaking my drying rack by falling on top of it, pants opened, shirt off, and sweating copiously as my body temperature seemed to return itself to normal. Eventually I managed to get myself up and stumble back to bed, which is probably a good thing because I really don't want my suitemates coming in to find me lying faceup and half-dressed next to a twisted pile of balsa wood and pieces of air-dried clothing.
The pain's gotten a lot better now, down to more of a dull ache, but I'm still a little unsteady on my feet. Dad said to poke around my right side and see if it got more sore there, which might be a sign of an inflamed appendix. Well, it's certainly sore now but I can't tell if it's from an actual illness or the probing, sleep deprivation and stress related to pretty much everything. And when my stress is this bad it tends to give me a stomachache anyway.
...god, I hope this isn't appendicitis, the timing is positively horrific if it is. *whimpers* Wanna see m'Triad.
EDIT: Yeah, I'm going with the indigestion + stress option on this one. I'm feeling fine now, if extremely weary from having slept very little in the past couple of days. Gonna have lunch with Dad and then drive back home.
