I woke up yesterday with blood in my stool (I really think poop sounds better, but I am refined, you know)... a lot of blood. I got really scared, but the teacher in me cannot miss work, I just can't, so I went on my way. I didn't feel good at all and my co-teacher could tell as soon as I walked in. By 10 a.m. I had to leave and drove myself to the emergency room. Let me just add that we have a brand new hospital around the corner from my house, so at least I was in the lap of luxury.
Long story short, after many tests and thoughts on what it could be from e-Coli to diverticulitis, the diagnosis is: A MYSTERY! Of course it is, why would anything be easy? The next step is a colonoscopy, which is not on my Christmas list this year. I also have not gone to the bathroom since 6:30 yesterday morning either out of fear or simply because I am on a strict, pretty much, no solid food diet.
At least I got to stay home from work (which I hate), but I witnessed the cast of Rent (my all time favorite musical, ever) singing "Seasons of Love" to Regis on his farewell show. And..... today is my daughter's 19th birthday, so I cried a little extra tear knowing she is not with us on her birthday for the very first time in our lives. I missed her this morning, very much. That's my story, thanks again for listening.
|Seasons of Love|