Something's Wrong With Me

It wasn't the sour cream that made me sick the other day. On Friday after the fishing trip, my stomach started hurting again. I went to bed about 10 but the pain woke me up at about 2 a.m. I laid there until 4 and then drove myself to the ER at Hendrick. When a cheapskate with no insurance decides to go to the ER at 4 a.m., you know the pain's bad. They did X-rays, an ultrasound, and blood tests and still didn't figure out what caused the pain. It wasn't appendicitis, gall stones, kidney stones, or an infection. They ended up giving me some pain medicine and sending me home. I was supposed to work on Saturday at 7 a.m. but didn't get home from the ER until 7:30. Two more weeks and I'll have some paid sick days. Figures. I ended up sleeping until about 4 p.m. I went to work on Sunday and rode the clock, feeling pretty crappy. Today was a bit better, although I still didn't have much energy. About the time I got home, my stomach started hurting like it had the other two times. I took some pain medicine, but it's too early to tell. It may be another long night. Classes start tomorrow, so hopefully the medicine will keep the pain under control tonight. Pray for my health, if you don't mind.
Jason