Doctors listen, but apparently ER docs don't always agree. The past months have been full of a FUn medical mystery. The specialist seems to think that it is 95% chance of one thing, but after going to the emergency room for it this last week out of desperation, the others tell me that nothing is wrong with me, despite obvious pain when prodded and apparently lying blood work. Granted, the two imaging tests they ran didn't show anything of import, but they didn't do the test that makes the most sense. There from 11pm till 4pm. At least the problem did eventually resolve itself.
But I'm understandably confused. I won't know till next Tuesday which people are right via medical test that the ER didn't run. Till then: low fat, light meals, preferably not near bedtime. Which is the opposite of my nightly regimen of treats after dinner. At least with watching what I eat in general I know how to estimate where foods lie on my scale of "good to go" and "Aw !@#$ it, I can deal with the pain"...which I inevitably regret for hours. You would think I'd learn my lesson by now, but it just... *sigh* I'm done. I'm so ready to be over this. And I now know that going to the ER for this is out since they only do what I do at home, but via IV instead of pills/baths. Bah!
At least the treadmill at my house has been replaced (with a shiny new one!) just in time for the belt to rip on the old one at my parents' house. Trying to cannibalize the belt and roller from the broken one to see if it will fit the old beltless one. I haven't managed to pull myself outside since it broke. The one at my house should see lots of use this weekend--assuming I get useful sleep, unlike the past three days.
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