Trip to the ER

Back in March, I was diagnosed with an ulcer (moral of the story there is don't treat Ibuprofen like candy). I took the prescribed medicine for about a month, started to feel better, and just kind of stopped taking the prescriptions. In June, it flared up really badly after I ate some chili, but I threw everything I had at it (Tums, milk, Zantac, Prilosec), and got it under control pretty quickly.

This past weekend I was in Idaho, and Saturday night right before bed, I ate two pieces of banana bread. I don't know why this affected my dormant ulcer, but I woke up at 6 am Sunday morning in all sorts of pain. I started throwing medicine at it and somehow managed to sit through the drive back from Idaho. At about 3 pm, I took some Zantac, and at 4, I headed out to Kirk's parents for dinner. I tried to eat, but I was in way too much pain.

Kirk's parents watched the kiddos while Kirk took me to the Urgent Care clinic. About 45 minutes later, I was the proud owner of a prescription for Lortab and instructions to see a Gastroenterologist about the ulcer. I didn't want to leave Grandma Tess with the kids for too long, so we headed back to the house where I laid down and asked Kirk to wait until 7:30 (when his sister Heather would get there) before filling my prescription. I took a Lortab at 8:15, and at 9:00 I didn't feel better at all.

So, we headed out to Jordan Valley hospital. After all sorts of tests (including a CAT Scan) 3 doses of morphine, and one dose of a very strong antacid given through my IV, they sent me home with instructions to follow up with a Gastroenterologist. We arrived home at 4:00 am.

I've since been taking my prescriptions for the ulcer, and I haven't been in any real pain since. I have an appointment with the GI Doc on 11/10, and I guess until then I just maintain with my ulcer meds.

What a way to spend a Sunday night!