So....I went to the doctor yesterday.
I hate going to the doctor, as I established yesterday, but peer pressure forced me into it. I normally don't like to give into peer pressure, but in this case I knew they were right and I was eventually going to do it on my own anyways.
After the doctor asked me a few too many personal questions and felt me up, he thinks somethings wrong with my gallbladder. He ran some blood tests and some of my levels were slightly elevated, but nothing conclusive, so he's sending me for an ultra sound tomorrow.
He doesn't think it's anything emergent that needs surgery ASAP, so I'm just suppose to drink water and eat things that won't make me throw up.
I kept down some mashed potatoes yesterday! I think I'm improving!
Oh, well, so I gotta hang on til tomorrow. Come what may. ♪♫ Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya Tomorrow! You're always a day a way! ♫♪ Oh. Sorry...please excuse my breaking out into a Annie singalong moment.
So, yeah, I just have to wait and see what my results are after tomorrow's ultra sound.
I just want the pain to be gone and be able to eat a meal without throwing up. I'm not asking for a lot.