Oh, I couldn't give a shit about that!

Its an uncanny feeling when the doctors in ER know you. So as I said several days ago I've felt better. And the other night so it was two and a half hours after I had "eaten" my dinner and all of a sudden it hits me. I start coughing violently. I couldn't draw in any breath. I see I that earlier I pulled out my garbage in to spit into. It’s lined with a plastic bag, and has lot of tissue. I briefly think to myself “that’ll work” as I attempt to swallow while still coughing so hard I’m tearing.

I make it at just the last tick over the garbage. I hurl brutally into the receptacle.  I taste the chalky vanilla flavored shake mixed heavily with bile. Dark red specks are all around the inside of garbage can, but not mixed in with the throw up.  My mom rushes into the room asking what happened. I attempt to say paper towels, but it come out garbled. My mom hands me tissues and tells me she going to call the “advice nurse.”

She grabs her cell from the living room, and I assume tells my dad, and then comes into my room. She starts calling Kaiser and I shuffle into the bath room. I spit several times into the sink, the spittle being pink with dark red gobs in it. I rinse my mouth out several times. I then brush my teeth.

I get back to my room, and my mom is talking to the advice nurse. I type out answers for the nurse on my phone, which my mother relays to the nurse. Eventually it’s decided that the best course of action is to go to the Emergency Room.  So both my parents accompanied me to the ER. So when we got there it was surprisingly busy.

So I’m going to spare you the long story for the most part.  It was the same Doctor as I had seen the previous time I was at the ER (I tend to average about twice a week). So while he and my parents were talking about what possibly could have brought this around. I typed that it was because I was way too constipated.  But I didn’t have any of the symptoms of constipation (gas, bloating, pain, etc.). So I was paid no heed, something I find is happening more and more in most aspects of my life.

So after the doctor checked everyone else’s suggestions and found everything else more or less satisfactory, he yielded and sent me to get my gut x-rayed. When the x-rays showed up the doctor relented, saying I must know my body because what the x-rays showed was exactly what I’d been saying. So now, on top of everything else going on, I’ve got to un-constipate myself (and it’s not like I haven’t been taking prescription drugs for that).

So for once I found a moral in one of my stories. I guess the moral of this last story is that; well when it gets down to it, I’m full of shit.