Will I Stop at Nothing for a Little Attention?

*disclaimer* Yes I am one of those people who all they talk about is their various ailments. You've been warned.

Note to any doctor who's care I may be under at any point in the future: Run. Hide. You do not want me as your patient. Because nothing for me, medical wise, is ever normal. Ever.

A week ago today I had my hernia surgery (remember the hernia that just wouldn't stay away?). Thursday and Friday I was in a lot of pain. Throughout the weekend I was feeling pretty good. Monday I felt back to my old self, put some makeup on, went to the grocery store, and even thought about going back to work ahead of schedule. That night, though, I was in a lot of pain. I attributed it to doing too much, too soon. The next day...still pain. That night...the pain was almost unbearable. Much worse than the moment I came out of surgery.

So off to the ER I went...And here I will give you the condensed version: I was poked and prodded and CT scanned, then admitted, given a NG tube (OMG have you ever had one of those? Good times!) I asked my RN friend Erin if she has to place those (yes). Then I joked with her that they'd make a good interrogation tactic. "Hey Enemy! Tell us the location of your headquarters! If not I will shove this tube up your nose and down your throat into your stomach all while you are awake!"

I got home from the hospital last night. The source of my pain is still a big fat mystery, BUT it is getting better, so that's a good thing! :)

On a serious note...at any moment I even started to feel whiny, I reminded myself of what Jordanne Gerbing is going through and remeber that my problems pale in comparison. Her bravery is inspiring.