Sunday, I started feeling really bad. Like I'd eaten something bad again bad. I struggled through the day, got hugely sick in the evening, promptly felt better and slept the night through.
Monday morning, I wake up feeling mostly like myself. My face and eyes looked awful, though. See, when I cough or vomit really hard, I break the blood vessels in my face. I've done it since I was a teenager; it's just a symptom of how badly I bruise, etc. Well, apparently, my bout on Sunday was worse than anything I've ever had before, because I burst the blood vessels in my eyes, too. So those were kind of scary looking, like it looked like I was bleeding out my eyes or something. Regardless, I felt mostly fine in the morning and set about doing stuff in preparation for flying to the UK on Tuesday. By lunchtime, however, I was starting to feel ill again, and laid down. For 3 hours. I didn't feel better when I woke up, in fact, I felt worse. Craig was working late, so I got the kids ready for bed on my own, in spite of growing pain in my midsection. By 9pm, I was huddled under a scalding shower, praying that the hot water would ease the pain. That's how Craig found me when he got home.
The pain was only getting worse, so I caved and agreed to go to the emergency room. I have *never* been in that much pain, not even with both of my pregnancies/births, and haven't gone to an emergency room that wasn't pregnancy related since I was 19. I got seen fairly quickly, and they gave me pain and anti-nausea meds to ease the discomfort. My blood work came back hugely abnormal, with my liver and pancreas both in severe trauma. My lipase number - which I was told was supposed to be 200 - was 12,000. So they admitted me with a diagnosis of pancreatitis, and discussions of whether or not it could be gall bladder related.
Long story short, I've spent the last two days hooked up to IV's, getting xrays and ultrasounds done, and going through extensive blood work. I escaped the ERCP (where they stick a tube down your throat to look for stones in your digestive system, I gather) and am hopping straight to getting my gall bladder out. I've decided that what I thought was food poisoning back in May was another attack, just not as severe, since it went away on its own after a day. But I am not going through another of these. Seriously, that pain was the worst thing I have ever felt, and I will do whatever it takes to not have it again.
HUGE THANK YOUS to everyone who sent their well wishes and called. Pepper read me all the messages she got when she called, and they did WONDERS to boost my morale. I'm truly blessed to have friends like you guys. *massive hugs*