I had an interesting day on Friday. I woke up with severe pain in my right side and instantly I thought, “Uh oh, right side pain could mean appendicitis.” I waited for a couple of hours and the pain didn’t go away. I finally decided it was time to visit the ER—something I haven’t done for quite a while. They ran all sorts of tests, including a CAT scan, and after five hours, I was relieved to hear the doctor tell me that I didn’t have appendicitis, and I didn’t have kidney stones. Instead, she said that I had a strained (torn) muscle. She said that they can hurt just as bad as appendicitis. A nurse gave me a shot for pain and I was still hoping to come home and do some work. I picked up my prescriptions and after taking them, I zonked out—losing the rest of the day. But getting some rest was probably the best thing for me at the time. I’m taking Hydrocodone for the pain, which means I can’t drive for a while. While it makes me a little loopy, I’m grateful that it takes away a lot of the pain. Now, I’m hoping that between the pain and the medicine, I’ll be able to get some work done this week.
