WARNING: This post may contain some topics you might find gross. Read at your own risk.
My boss sent me to the hospital on Monday when I saw blood in the toilet. The emergency room ran about 1000 tests on me, including a pregnancy test…Thank the stars I’m not knocked up! The rectal bleeding was undiagnosed, it may be a slight irritation that will go away, if not then I need to see a specialist and have a colonoscopy! What they did find, however, was the source of the stomach cramps and intense nausea. A bladder infection. A rather serious one, actually. Apparently my bladder is filled with pus. Not once has it ever hurt to urinate. Somehow, I managed to miss all the signs and symptoms of a UTI and it progressed into a massive bladder infection.
So I now have antibiotics, anti-nausea meds, and pain killers. All of which drain the entirety of energy from my body. I didn’t think much of the nausea and stomach cramping for weeks because it played along with the anorexia. I only went to the hospital because of the blood. I’m glad that happened, who knows how bad this might have gotten. It is still possible that I have an ulcer or something similar. I have pain when I smoke, pain when I eat, pain when I don’t eat… But of course that would mean more doctor visits and more tests. Days without food can cause ulcers, excess acid can tear up the lining of your stomach.
I managed to go to the ER by myself, withstood all the tests by myself, and got my prescriptions by myself. I was totally Adulting! But the parentals were upset when I told them and asked why I didn’t call them to come to the hospital. So they made me stay the night at their house. Fortunately my bff stopped by with a joint. So she and I, along with my parents, sat in the living room and had a nice smoke. My hippie father does not smoke, of course. I tried one time, but he refused to inhale. My mother, on the other hand, loves to smoke but my father keeps her on a tight leash. She becomes easily addicted to anything and everything. I got some rest and went to work the next day. I’m still in a bit of pain and the nausea is still there, but life goes on.