Snakeroot of Leave

Well, that was jolly fun. NOT. I ended up in the ER last night with severe pain and nausea. The good news is that a CAT scan showed nothing alarming, other than a hiatal hernia that looks like a water balloon with a rubber band around it, which the docs are eager to fix with surgery. This requires some thought. However, I don't see how a hernia, which I probably had for some time, could be the proximate cause of this particular attack. My PCP thinks maybe it started with an infection that caused my stomach to become inflamed, and ramped up from there. Anyway, they also fixed my electrolytes, which were quite screwed up from not eating, and gave me some anti-nausea meds, which are definitely helping. When you've been nauseated 24/7 for days, the mere absence of that feeling makes you feel that the sun has come out and maybe everything will be okay after all! I'm still in the midst of diagnostics and have to do several more tests and get an endoscopy. Then we'll talk about surgery. Sigh. Mr. Science had this surgery--TWICE. My niece did, too. Mr. Science thinks we have some familial genetic weakness of connective tissue.

I ate the other half of the container of yogurt, and a little soup, and I only took one Zofran today. This is progress. I'm hoping. I'm well enough to look around and lament the fact that in everything I was catching up on, I'm now behind again. I've had to cancel a haircut and two or three social events that I was actually looking forward to. I can read about two sentences of the fascism book at a time. I'm beguiling the time by re-reading old children's books from my extensive collection. That's about my speed right now. My stomach has also calmed down enough to watch the new episode of The Great British Baking Show. Yay!