An update on what's wrong with me, well at least with regards to my stomach issues. I was certain with all the pain and the location it was gall stones. My sister has them. My dad has them. My aunt has them. There are pretty good odds I would have them too, but no I take after my mother.
The ultrasound relieved that not only do I not have gall stones, but in fact I have beautiful intestines. Part of me takes a deep sigh of relief knowing I've been working at pickling my liver for a few years now. So, what the hell is wrong with me?
Friday I got a call from my PCP. Brand new to me, but I like her already. Down to earth, realistic and thorough. All the blood work came back within normal limits. It was here that I began to get frustrated. An answer of "I don't know" doesn't set well with me when I'm looking to you to know the answer.
I called my mom asking her what the hell is wrong with me. She thought it might be middle spurts. "What the hell is that Mom?" "An old German wives tale about discomfort between ovulations." "Great Mom, but I don't think that's it. I don't ovulate." She began to sputter something I really can't remember her doing.
My tummy survived the weekend. I figured to hell with the bland diet. I was going to eat well. By Monday I learned there wasn't too much I could do to avoid the situation. My APRN called. There was one test that hadn't come back by Friday, but was there first thing Monday morning. I'd tested positive for H. pylori.
So, two antibiotics a round of probiotics and omeprazole for 14 days. I feel like I've been on antibiotics for the past six weeks. If I get pregnant, I'm naming the kid Anti.....
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