Liquid Diets, Demerol, and Contributing to the Delinquency of Minors

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So I’m home. The last two days felt more like two weeks and I’ve never been happier to be in this house. That feeling won’t last too long I’m sure…

I haven’t eaten solid foods in… Uhh… Well, a long time. (Anything before 2 days ago was my own fault though, so I won’t complain too much.) They wouldn’t let me eat anything except flavorless “chicken” broth and orange jello because of the barium test I had to take. I got Malt-O-Meal for breakfast this morning. Tasty and fullfilling. Not. My brother is at the grocery store right now. Barbeque for lunch. Chicken. I can’t wait.

Barium (am I spelling that right?) is the most disgusting thing ever. It’s real bad and they make you drink a lot of it. But (I’m guessing here) the X-rays came back okay, since I’m home.

I got an injection of Demerol every four hours since the minute I arrived at the hospital. That’s a whole lot of Demerol. I’d never had it before this hospital stay. It’s nice and it works. With the Demerol came a shot (in the ass, how pleasant) of Visterol (spelling… no idea). That was to enhance the effects of the Demerol. It worked. My ass still hurts though. On the left side, which is weird considering that I didn’t get a shot on the left side of my ass since 4pm on the 24th. It’s really painful.

The whole top of my left hand is one giant bruise. This is where they put the IV. They tried to put it in my left wrist first, but that didn’t work. After stabbing me half a dozen times (in my wrist) the nurse decided to admit defeat and try my hand. My wrist is also covered with one giant bruise. Assholes. This is why I hate doctors. And nurses. And anyone else associated with the medical profession.

My existance was totally validated yesterday when, while I was outside smoking, a bunch of kids (13-15 years old) started asking me questions about why I was there and “Does this hurt” and so on. I gave them each a cigarette. They told me I “rock”. Life has meaning once again. (Hey, I was a teen smoker once. You can only steal so many from your parents before they start to notice.)

So what’s wrong with me? Not a whole lot. I have a TON of acid in my stomach, probably spawning from stress and poor (if any) diet. See, I’m anorexic 98% of the time. I don’t eat for days, sometimes weeks, at a time. And when I do, it’s not healthy, good-for-you food. I don’t do this on purpose, I don’t think I’m fat (although I could stand to lose a few pounds), and I would never try to starve myself to lose weight because I’m not an idiot and I know from personal experience that it only works for so long. (See, I used to be an idiot…) There’s another possibility, and that’s _____ hepatitis. I put the “_____” there, because there’s a word that goes before it, but I’m not sure what it is. Perry? Berry? Merry? Who knows. It’s not like HEPATITIS, though. It just happens to have the word in the name. It comes from an infection that wasn’t treated that went into my liver causing serious inflammation. (Hence the puking my guts out and such.) I don’t know if I actually have this though, because my doctor didn’t do any further testing. He simply gave me three prescriptions; Doxycycline ("eliminates bacteria that cause infections, including pneumonia, lyme disease, acne, and veneral (sexually transmitted) disease), Augmentin (“used to treat bacterial infections of the ear [which ear??? ;)], lungs, nose, sinus, skin, and urinary tract”), and Prevacid (“used to prevent ulcers and to treat other conditions where the stomach produces too much acid”).

In short, I have no clue what’s going on. I have to take these pills and check back in a week. But I’m not dying, I don’t need surgery, and I can eat solid foods.

(This is a really long OP. If you’ve read this far, I applaud you.)

oldscratch said:

“there’s your FUCKING change.!!!”

Thanks for making me laugh. I really needed that. But I’m 100% covered for this, so I won’t ever even see a bill. Too bad, I really would have liked to have used that line.

Rasa said:

“If you don’t get better soon, I’m selling the pictures of you riding the lion in Golden Gate Park on eBay, you hear?”

I’m better! Honest! :slight_smile:

Speaker said:

“Just the insignifigant sympathy of a newb being sent over”

Insignificant, my ass. Thanks.

And thanks to everyone else, too. I really hope this is over, but I doubt it is.

[sub][sup]Any and all spelling/grammar errors in the above post are at the fault of Demerol and should not be held against the poster of said post. In short, the S&G police can kiss my swollen ass.[/sub][/sup]

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Oh, so that whole “my crotch shines forth like a torch unto the earth” thing cleared up on it’s own? Sweet. :wink:

Hope you get feeling 100% soon.

And slip me somma that demerol, wouldja?

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Glad to hear it Silver. But I didn’t hear from you for a couple of days, so the pictures went up for auction… sorry! :wink:

Keep getting better, my friend.

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BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, it hurts to laugh! Heehee!!

'Sokay, Rasa. As long as the profits are split. Let’s say… 60/40. :slight_smile:

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Oh, good. I’m really glad you’re okay. Sort of okay anyway. But don’t just take the pills and leave it at that. If you don’t feel any improvement, get back to your doc. You shouldn’t have to be sick. Did they scope you? That way they would have seen if you had any ulcers developing.

Oh well. Enjoy your chicken. And I don’t want to sound like your mom or anything, but getting your diet in order is going to work wonders for your stomach. But then again, you probably knew that already…

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mmm…narcotics…

Glad you’re okay. :slight_smile:

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I had to ingest Barium once, when I was about 16 (they thought I had an ulcer).

My sister asked me what it was like.

I said, “Imagine drinking chalk-flavored puke.”

SilverFire, glad to hear you’re home. :slight_smile:

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Obstructive hepatitis?

biliary Colic?

Whatever if your gallbladder/liver/pancreas ain’t happy, nothing is happy. But that demerol hmmmm–that’s concentrated happy. I’ve given tons of it but only had it once that I know of. It is a weird feeling, but not one I’d like to get used to. It took my mind off my back pain though.

I didn’t know you were ailing but I’m happy your doing better.

Oh and 1 more thing–I’m a nurse

ducks and runs

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I didn’t have barbeque chicken. :frowning: I had to leave, so I wasn’t home. I had a Snickers bar, some pizza/pretzel combos, and a Mountain Dew. Smart, huh? And I spent the day going through little Demerol withdrawls. Fun, fun. Cold sweats and shaking and throwing up. I had a good day. I hurt. Real bad. I want to go back to the hospital. This sucks.

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Oh, Silver…I just saw this thread and I was so glad to hear that you were home and getting a little better. Then I got down to your last post and it sounds like you’re feeling bad again, though. :frowning:
I do hope you’re feeling much better again soon, darlin. hug

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I can’t do this anymore. It’s totally reminiscent of all that shit with my mom. I’m tired of it and it’s so painful. I can now understand why my mom spent all those nights begging god to just let her die.

She says that my pain is in the same spot hers was. She says that my description sounds just like hers. She says that my behavior is the same as hers (although I knew that already). She decided that she’s going to call her doctor so that I can get a recommendation to the specialist that she saw. Which means more hospital stays, although I’m not sure when. I’ll probably get an endoscopy, which is basically them stuffing a camera down my throat and taking pictures of my insides. Sounds pleasant ( :rolleyes: :rolleyes: ), but I’ll get lots of Valium when they do it. This is unreal.

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I’m sorry you’re still feeling bad, hon, at least you’re mom knows what you’re going through & has the right specialists lined up, but it still sucks.
{{{Silver}}}