I was so excited to have reached onderland, and I'm happy to say I'm still here as of this morning.
The bad news is, I spent 8.5 hours in the ER last night, and I'm a little frustrated as to how I might be thrown off track. That, and well, 8 hours...argh.
The gentleman and I went out to eat last night. We had our dinner, and then we went to walk to the car. As soon as I sat down in the car, I started feeling extremely strange. My entire torso was cramping, from my lower back, all the way to my shoulders. This would go on for a few minutes, and then I would feel an intense burning sensation in all of the muscles that had been cramping.
After a few minutes of this, I decided it was time to go to the ER, since I was losing consciousness and not feeling any better.
I got to the ER and in standard fashion, even though I looked like death, they let me sit. Well, I ended up hovering over the porcelain throne within 5 minutes.
After being sick, I felt better, but then it came again.
They got me right in after that, as apparently patients violently being sick in your waiting room is a good way to be admitted immediately.
Anyway, after a battery of tests, many pokes, prods, and IV's, they came to the conclusion that it was food poisoning, dehydration, and a urinary tract infection, and sent me home with some muscle relaxants to ease the intense back and rib pain as well as some antibiotics for the infection.
ARGH. What a night. We sat in the ER until about 3:30 in the morning, until all the tests were done. The staff were very nice, and quite concerned that I was comfortable, which made the whole experience at least a teeny bit better.
It's weird, because you would think I didn't want to ever see food again, however, after they released me and I actually got some sleep, I went and had some chicken and veggies. That, and a chocolate chip cookie. For some reason I'm craving sweets.
/rant. Thanks for listening! Here's to hoping that today and tomorrow are much better, and do NOT involve the emergency room!