Infarction

Sunday was my birthday, and as a special treat Milca took me to Knott’s Berry Farm.  I hadn’t been in ages, and she’d only been once for Knott’s Scary Farm (which is hardly the same), so this was bound to be a good time.  While there we ate at Johnny Rockets.  I had a turkey burger.

While we were on our way out, I felt a little grumblin’ in my belly.  It wasn’t bad, but it was an annoyance.  We went home, cleaned up, then went to a friend’s house for a small gathering completely unrelated to my birthday (long story, but it was a good time).  On the way to the car, my belly had a sharp pain shoot through.  I undid the button of my shorts, and the pain increased.

I got home, took care of things with the Basilisk, then went to bed.  I woke up still in pain.  I took care of things with the Basilisk all day, but the pain was always there.  I figured it was food poisoning; the turkey burger could have been the source.  The next morning Milca made me check if I still had insurance coverage, and I do, so we set an appointment with the doctor.  He checked me out, poked and prodded my belly, then said that it could be appendicitis, or gastritis (sp? & sp?), but to be sure I would have to go to the ER.  He wrote his referal, and sent us on our way.

So, it was a slow day at the Huntington ER.  Milca dropped me at the door then  went to park the car.  I was already in a room taking my shirt off by the time Milca had parked the car.  They did bloodwork, a CAT scan, and gave me morphine.  This was all a new experience for me, and it wasn’t all that bad.

After several hours, the doctor came in and told me that I have an infarction in a piece of fat on my colon.  This piece of fat is in effect dying, which my body can handle, but the pain is an unfortunate side effect.  So, I’m on antibiotics and vicodin, and I can eat normally.

Pain sucks.