Needles and Emergency Rooms

Nothing like waking up with a strong pain in your gut. Running upstairs and waiting around the toilet for an hour before deciding that it was probably just a false alarm, only to wake up an hour later at three in the morning to sprint up the stairs cause this one is not a false alarm. Rinse repeat for the next five hours, except after the next hour there is nothing left. Go to the doctor and they say that white cells are high and probably should go to the hospital. Get there at ten, injected with all manner of things, and have to drink a barium smoothie, lucky for me it was berry flavored. Still gross. Being poked and prodded while my middle region is all tied up in knots. Getting asked the same questions and at five pm they tell me that it is not my appendix that I have abdominal pain of unknown cause. Great. Clear liquid diet for a little while, plain grits for breakfast, even better, but at least I am not going to die. So there is some good news. Unless it is that it was only in the early stages of appendicitis and it will come back to haunt me later. Then it is an ambulance ride to the hospital and then a cutting of my abdomen. Good times. Gut still hurts, can't do anything, hungry like I have been cutting weight, and there is no end in sight.
I was told if it feels worse come back and we can run more tests. Yippie. Supposedly I am fine, except it still hurts.