"Well, this is it"' I said to no one in particular. "Something inside me has finally broken and now I'm going to die right here in the big girl sleigh bed."
Stewey, of course, was nonplussed and grabbed his reading glasses and iPad.
"Mo-ther, I suspect that you are having an attack of diverticulitis. Calm down, take a Tylenol, and call your family physician in the morning."
He was right, as he usually is. I had a nice case of diverticulitis, which meant nothing more to me at the time other than the fact that a nut or seed or some other small non-digestible morsel had gotten caught in my plumbing and decided to hang around and have a nasty party for good measure. An antibiotic, gallons of water, and a liquid diet later and I was none the worse for wear.
So when I woke up in the middle of the night this time with that exact sharp stabbing pain in my lower left tummy, I knew immediately what it was.
"Stewey, something has broken inside of Mommie, and she's going to die right here in the big girl sleigh bed."
This time, he grunted, rolled over, and fell back to sleep.
I'll call my doc in the morning, and then I'm sure I'll have to put my shoes and a bra on and go have them poke and prod and photograph and then poke some more, but at least I'll get a little love and sympathy from the trained professionals who will bill my insurance to do so.
The thing that bugs me, though, is that I can't for the life of me figure out what caused it this time. I've been pretty good, food wise, and the normal culprits like popcorn and driveway gravel haven't been around for quite a while. I mean, come on kids, when all you eat is EggBeaters and Oikos for a living, you don't figure to invite this kind of trouble.
Sheesh...when I was in my 20's I was a hot mess of bad food, bad habits, and bad lifestyle choices and I never felt better. Now I'm three months, eleven days, and ten minutes away from turning fifty...I live like a marathon-training nun on an organic kale farm, and I can't get out of bed.
Somebody up there sure has a sense of humor.
Tonight...Downton and the very last stitches on LJP's "Victorian Ribbons". Pictures tomorrow, I promise!
Oh I do hope you feel better and the poking is not too awful.
ReplyDeleteOh boy, I so remember those days too. I'm sorry that you are not well. Hope you feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain and have many times, except that mine was due to Irritable Bowel Syndrome. It would start with the telltale pain in my lower left abdomen and then progress to a week or two of sheer misery during which time I debate the merits of suffering or blowing what is left of my brains out. Mine, without exception, was brought on due to stress and lots of it. Judging by a couple of your recent posts, stress could be playing a role. I could be all wet, but as a retired nurse, I have seen how stress affects people and having been there myself, I am just saying. Normal functioning of the digestive system is greatly influenced by stress, so irregardless of what is going on, I am sending wishes that you are feeling better very soon!
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better soon. Tell Stewey to be more sympathetic or no more doggie cookies for him. ;)
ReplyDeleteOh Coni, my dear girl, this is why they say getting older isn't for sissies...cuz it sucks. I sympathize with you whole heartedly! If it makes you feel any better the underwire in my big lady bra broke yesterday...just snapped clean thru while I was stitching...I thought it was some sort of odd rib cracking...and then I stood up and the right boulder holder sagged down to my knee, and I was forced to change to the black one...oy!
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Ma, herself: lol here at the visual. I would have decided it was a sign to abandon bras altogether!! Who decided we have to wear them anyway??
DeleteI was diagnosed with exactly the same thing, about less than 18 mths., ago. I've changed all my eating habits, etc. Sometimes it doesn't matter what you eat - 'cause it still is going to cause you problems. For me, I finally figured out low sodium, soups, fresh greens and avoid spicy stuff helped. Wish you well, love you.
ReplyDeleteSo, Coni, how are you this morning. Caring minds want to know. Cathryn
ReplyDeleteI hope you are much better this morning, what a painful mess. Call your Doctor and let us know what is happening,
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Meredith
Oh that totally sucks...and the pain associated with it is awful! One word: Metamucil! :)
ReplyDeleteOh dear! I hope you are feeling better! That just sounds awful :(
ReplyDeleteHope you are feeling better and on the mend soon!
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better soon Coni! I have the same issue and I agree with capecodgirl that it can be due to stress. In addition, I've found that steering clear of food with florets, skins, pulp, leafy, etc. I know, that doesn't leave much healthy food available to eat. But Diverticulosis can put you in the hospital. My boyfriend had to have some of his colon removed because of it....
ReplyDeleteAre you eating cranberries? There are seeds in there, and this time of year is hazardous. Hope you feel better soon!! xo
ReplyDeleteThat sounds awful. I hope you feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteI used to get it all the time. The medicine is gross -tastes like you have a penny under your tongue. I used to have to drink Konsyl (an unsugared fiber) every night. I finally had enough infections that they removed 12 inches of my intestines - cured me! Hope you feel better.
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