March 22nd, 2019

mood - this sucks: sandy_s

I hate seeing my husband in pain

Craig and I were supposed to be at a show in San Francisco tonight - Falsettos - but I gave our tickets to friends instead. Why? Because Craig hasn't been feeling well all week and this morning he finally went to Urgent Care.

His digestion has never been perfect. A year and a half ago, I finally got him to go to the doctor about bouts he kept having. He got prescribed omeprazole which helped even things out so he stopped taking it after a month or so. He hasn't had one of those episodes since.

This week, it was about stomach pain, the kind of pain that is worse when he moves. It's entirely different to his symptoms before. He hasn't had much of an appetite because of it, either. The doctor ordered a ton more blood tests and suggested he go back on the omeprazole with the bland diet while we wait for results. It's really the best we can do at this point, though it kills me seeing him in pain. It can really be anything. Pancreatitis. An ulcer. Something else entirely. That's almost as bad as seeing him in pain.

I'm worrying too much, but I can't help it. :(