365 Days Ago

Posted by on Jul 15, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

Unless it’s a special event or a catastrophe most people don’t remember what they did a year earlier but July 15th is a date I’ll never forget due to the fact that I ended up in the hospital and to this day have no idea how it exactly happened.  One year ago today at around 2:00 p.m. I’d just gotten back from lunch at work when I began experiencing the most horrendous stomach pains I’ve ever felt in my life. Over the next several hours they went from bad to excruciating to the point that I didn’t know whether or not I’d be able to drive home.  I should have asked to leave early but foolishly stayed until my shift ended at I think 5:00 p.m.  By that time I was doubled over in pain and just prayed to be able to get home safely.  Thankfully I did but when I walked through the door I was as pale as could be while holding my stomach and felt as if I was going to collapse.  I became violently ill after that and of all nights my family and I were planning on going out to dinner.  I began to wonder whether or not this had anything to do with these pills I’d begun taking due to my extremely heavy menstrual cycles.  I started taking them and several weeks later I end up with beyond severe stomach pains.


I was hoping it would just be a 24-hour bug but the problem was the persistent stomach ache that just wouldn’t go away.  I was in such pain I couldn’t sleep at all that night since the only way I can is on my stomach.  The next day I was no better while hoping whatever I had would just pass.  But at around 12:00 p.m. while lying on my bed I saw blood which is never a good sign.  Needless to say when I informed my parents of this they said we were going to the hospital.  After being admitted, poked and prodded I was diagnosed or in this case misdiagnosed as having colitis.  I had an infection which thankfully antibiotics corrected but ended up staying for two days.  I was released on my birthday of all days and I can honestly say it’s one I’ll never forget along with being one of the worst. 


Once I got better thus began a decent into the abyss of endless trips to see doctors and specialists along with having so much blood drawn it would have been a vampire’s dream come true.  I ended up going to a gastroenterologist and after many visits was informed that I did not have colitis.  The doctor said he didn’t find anything wrong with my blood and said while he couldn’t directly pinpoint it he felt this entire bout was due to the pills I’d been taking as a result of my wretched period just as I’d suspected all along.  


One year later I still don’t know how or what those pills did to make me become so acutely ill with an infection, a two-day hospital stay and a birthday still etched in my mind as the nightmare it was but once again it’s all due to the one thing I’ve hated ever since first getting it not long after I turned 12.  My motherf*cking period!   

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