It is well known in our household that I am the healthy one. I have low blood pressure, an impressive blood profile: perfect cholesterol, super amount of HDLs, perfect glucose, and so on. Yet, on Thanksgiving Day I am getting whisked away to the MCA Emergency Room to be treated for severe abdominal pain. Did I mention that it was severe? Like on a scale of 1 to 10, I was at 9.9, if death was the 10.

Within 5 minutes of exiting the car, I was in a room, with an IV in my arm. They gave me some morphine, but it did not even touch the pain. After 30 minutes, they gave me something else that was 6 times stronger than morphine. (Did not know such a thing existed!) That took the edge off about 20 minutes later. Once I was out of extreme pain, they sent me down for a CT scan. Turns out I was having esophageal contractions, because I had not pooped in over a week. It was 'backed up' all the way through my large intestines and to my small intestines. Nice. The only explanation was all the hydrocodone I had been taking for my pathetic knee had caused the back up. Now I am eating lots of prunes, mixing Miralax and taking the prescription Lactalose to get things mobilized. Good grief.
And I am the healthy one!!

Me and my MOM!!!

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