I left this off all social media before now on purpose. I had every intention of hoping to get away with this incident without a soul knowing, but my little community has quite the gossip train, and it got out.
Rewind to Thanksgiving....I went to my family physician because I was having some weird stomach pains. I thought I had just over eaten a few times or was maybe allergic to something. She told me it was most likely acid reflux and prescribed me some Zantac to help the problem. I went to my "lady" doctor later that day for my check-up, and he mentioned that it could be my gallbladder. I just kind of let it go because the pain came and went.
Fast forward to Christmas and I was still having weird pain, especially after eating. After a venti non-fat peppermint white mocha during the holidays, I seriously thought I was going to keel over and die. I could barely stand up my stomach was bothering me so much! My doctor told me after that to cut out coffee, tomato, peppermint (depressing), and citrus, and I did for the most part.
The pain could come off and on, and usually a few meds cleared it up.
This past Friday night after dinner, I kept complaining to my mom that my "tum tum" (as Tyler and I jokingly call it) hurt. They thought I was being dramatic because I hadn't had quite the best afternoon (the makeup artist stood me up at Belk an hour before my bridal shoot). We were going to a friend's house and I made Tyler promise me we wouldn't stay long. I sat by the fire with my legs up by my chest, hoping the pain would go away. I even took my regular medicine plus some pepcid. No relief. On the way home, I seriously considered passing my house and driving to the hospital.
After sleeping in the fetal position all night, I woke up and went downstairs and immediately put my head on the kitchen table. Thats when we all knew something was up. I felt sick, but not very nauseous, and I felt like someone was punching me in the stomach or twisting my insides. After much persuading, Tyler took me to the ER, and my parents drove to Charleston to get his parents from the airport who were flying in to visit for the weekend.
Four hours later of a full bag of fluids, blood tests, an ultrasound, listening to a crack head across the hall, and much waiting, we had a diagnosis. The doctor was afraid it was my gallbladder and I was too! I didn't want emergency surgery for so many reasons, I mean we had a party in honor of us in just a few hours.
Luckily the diagnosis was gastritis, aka inflammation of the outer lining of the stomach.
I had this in high school from being dehydrated and stressed. Doesn't that sound familiar? Thankfully I was given medicine and told to stay hydrated and eat a bland diet. I've had lots of water, bread, and noodles recently..... even with all of the delicious food this weekend!
Of course when I got to the party Saturday night, every single person (thats 110 guests and hosts) knew I had been to the ER that morning. Mortified was an understatement! I put on my big girl panties and kept a bottle of water with me all night and still had an absolute blast!
Not exactly what this planner had in mind, but I am SO thankful it was a quick diagnosis and that I'm ok! I feel fine now, as long as I don't eat much and take it easy. No one wants a trip to the ER on a Saturday morning, or ever!
So thankful for Tyler and for his taking care of me! He was such a trooper and listened to every word that the doctor and nurses had to say about my aching belly. I can now say I understand "in sickness and in health," because it is hard to see someone you love sit in pain. I love listening to couple's vows at weddings because they are so incredibly important to a marriage..
Anyway... That's my ER story! Please tell me someone else has an ER story to share??? :-)