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Here's why I spent the entire day in the health center, stuck with an IV and doped up on morphine:

Around 11 last night I started getting that pain in my groin again. Since I assumed it was another pulled muscle I just took some Advil and went to bed. As the night progressed the pain got much worse, and since no other painkillers I had did anything to it I spent most of the night just rolling around in bed trying and failing to sleep. This morning it hurt so badly that I was actually nauseous from it. I nevertheless decided to try to go to campus, but I was only able to sit through about ten minutes of my first class before I gave up and went to the health center. Due to everything that'd happened over the summer, they took x-rays, did urine tests, drew blood (which made me even more nauseous), and then decided to hook me up to an IV-- at which point I was in such agony and so exhausted, queasy and scared that I started sobbing uncontrollably. Finally they got me something for the pain. First they tried a shot of something whose name I don't remember and which did nothing at all, so they gave me two shots of morphine, which didn't work completely but helped enough. The doctors and I talked about everything. They weren't entirely sure, but they said judging from the symptoms it seems that I stretched or tore some of the scar tissue in my intestines yesterday (I had both Modern Dance and Tai Chi). That was around 1pm or so; I slept until 5 and then got a ride home from Matt.

They've given me hydrocodone for the pain and said I should take it easy for the next few days, and that I should be able to do everything again just fine after that. But now, of course, I'm incredibly paranoid because I sure as fuck don't want to go through this again. I'm wondering if I should drop belly dancing or Tai Chi or both, at least for this semester. I have no idea what to do.

September 19, 2002 ~ permalink



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