Today’s word is actually also an explanation for why I’m so
far behind on the A-Z challenge.
Ulcuscle – noun, a small ulcer.
Which I, apparently, might have…although, not sure it’s a
small one.
Here’s what happened:
Earlier in the week I was getting ready to go teach my evening class when I got
a terrible, incapacitating pain in the middle of my chest/upper abdomen. It was
like a gallstone attack, only worse. I started sweating, I couldn’t breathe…and
I certainly couldn’t call Opie as this has happened twice before and he kept
telling me to “GO TO THE DOCTOR!”
And I had put it off, saying “It’s probably nothing; it goes
away after ten minutes or so.”
Which probably makes me sound like an idiot.
But the truth is, I’m not an idiot, I’m a bit of a
hypochondriac.
And, yes, I know that this is a condition that normally
makes people run to the doctor’s office.
But I’m a hypochondriac who knows she’s a
hypochondriac. So, even when I have
something serious going on, I assume I’m overreacting in hypochondriac fashion
and put off going to the doctor until it’s the last possible choice.
So, when the incredible abdominal/chest pains lasted for
over half an hour, I did what any sane, normal person would do…I called my mom.
“I’m in Illinois!” My mom reminded me. “I can’t do much from
here. You need to call your doctor!”
“But what if it’s something stupid like gas pains?” I
protested. “Then I’ll feel like an idiot.”
Then she reminded me of what my dad always says in these
situations, that there are a lot of people in the cemetery who didn’t want to
feel stupid.
Which kind of put things in perspective.
So I was going to call my doctor but I couldn’t seem to find
her direct line, only the scheduling line. Which meant I had to call Opie at
work after all.
And since I’m always completely calm in the face of an
emergency and since I was now convinced that I was dying, I very calmly shrieked
that I was having some unexplained attack, that I was probably seconds from
death and could he spare a few minutes to look up our doctor’s number before I
collapsed unconscious on the floor?
I bet he looks back on all those years he was single and
alone and just weeps thinking about how interminably dull his life was then.
Anyway, since he IS calm in the face of an emergency, he got
the number, gave me the number and as soon as he hung up, began making
arrangements to leave work and called the neighbors to get me some help until
he got here.
In the meantime, I called the doctor’s office and explained
things to the nurse who said “Kimberly, I’ll ask the doctor what to do…but if
you’re having severe pain IN YOUR CHEST, we both know what she’s going to say.”
“Take an aspirin and lie down until it goes away?” I
suggested.
Oddly, no, that’s not what she thought the doctor was going
to say. And she was right. The doctor
said I needed to go to the Emergency Room IMMEDIATELY and get an EKG in case I
was having a heart attack.
Though, in my defense, I was pretty sure it wasn’t a heart
attack since if it had been some sort of cardiac event, I already would have
been dead.
Wait, that doesn’t sound like a defense at all!
Anyway, everyone else apparently suspected all along that I
needed to go to the ER as the neighbors were on their way over to drive me and
Opie was already planning to meet me there, and my mom sounded not one bit
surprised when I called her back.
Weird.
However, I would like to take this moment to point out that
I was right, I wasn’t having a heart attack. The EKG was totally normal.
Which was relief largely because once they ruled out heart
trouble they could give me the good drugs and the pain finally started to
subside.
Unfortunately for Opie, I was still nestled in the sweet
embrace of the dilaudid when he and my mom started a texting conversation and
he mentioned to her that this has happened twice before.
“Don’t tell her that!” I yelled. “Next thing you know I’ll be grounded and won’t
be able to go to the big dance.”
I have the feeling I would make a very annoying drug addict.
Anyway, the most frustrating thing is that they still don’t
know what’s wrong. All they know is what’s not wrong…no heart attack, no
gallbladder attack (which I already knew since I had it removed a few years
ago) and no kidney stones.
Possibly a hiatal hernia, maybe liver trouble, most likely an
ulcer that was causing stomach and/or diaphragm spasms…
“It can’t be an ulcer,” I said. “I’m too easy-going.”
“Stop saying that!” Opie said. “You are NOT easy-going. No
one thinks you’re easy-going! I’m the calm one in this relationship--you freak
out about everything!”
Sometimes I feel like he doesn’t know me at all.
In any case, I have an appointment with a GI specialist in 2
weeks…and I guess I have to go because when I suggested to Opie that in two
weeks I’ll probably be totally fine and there was really no reason to waste
everyone’s time, his head almost popped right off.
Which, pardon me for pointing out, just doesn’t seem
easygoing at all.
