So after an ordeal with what turned out to probably be a non-existent UTI - the ordeal being the digestive hell that the antibiotics wrought - I found myself concerned, on Monday, about a tender spot on my waistline, on the right side.
Oh no, says my brain. It’s appendicitis!
Shut up, I tell my brain, Appendicitis would hurt like hell.
Tenderness is a little worse Tuesday - whether from some kind of progression or my own poking and prodding at it, it’s hard to say. Wednesday morning it seems a little better, but I go into my Doctor anyway.
He doesn’t quite laugh in my face, but points out : You wouldn’t be sitting here smiling at me if you had appendicitis. He pokes a few spots on my lower right stomach, eliciting no reaction or pain, and adds : You’d be kicking me right now if you had appendicitis.
So that’s a relief. With my lingering digestive issues - mainly gurgling stomach and belching - I didn’t want to take chances, but I’m guessing those might be caused by the anxiety I have over my health right now.
As for the tender spot, I did some digging online - I think resuming my exercise routine has made my psoas muscle sore. I have noticed today that there are occasional twinges of discomfort when I move, and they can come from my lower back, inner thigh, or groin, and that muscle seems to fit. It was probably the leg-lifts.
Sigh. I’m not this bad usually, but after a single dose of Bactrim made me so nauseous that I thought I was going to die, about a week ago, I’ve been… edgy.