Today, I was sitting in the living room with my sister and my dad, watching Pretender (a show from the 90s) when my stomach started hurting a little on my right. Then I needed to pop my back on my right side, so I did. However, the pain in my stomach proceeded to worsen and spread to my back, exactly where I'd popped it. It got so bad that I was doubled over on the floor in pain, crying and barely able to move, much less breathe correctly. It felt like something was ripping on the inside, where the pain was. My dad paused the episode and asked if I was OK. You can imagine my answer to that. He then asked if it was gas, but it hurt too much to be, so I said no. Turning off the TV, he told my sister and I to get shoes on and that we were headed to the hospital. I started freaking out a little, because I had been there once before and they'd run some scary tests on me. I managed to get up and get shoes, then we went to the truck. Along the way, the pain started to ease up. A lot. I could move my torso with little pain and discomfort, and by the time we were about 1/3 of the way there, the pain was completely gone. We turned around with the conclusion that it WAS just gas and that I was fine. I'm just glad my dad didn't get mad for the accidental false alarm, though he said if it hadn't been gas, it probably would have been my appendix rupturing, so I guess a false alarm would be the better alternative.
But still that hurt like HECK, man. I had no idea how much pain a few gas bubbles in your stomach could cause.
(Eating six scoops of beans didn't help matters, either.)
I not only scared the crap out of Ally, but myself, too.
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De TodoYeah, I know, I already have a random thing going on, but this one isn't specific to anything! (as it should be...) That's me standing barefoot in the snow. Just so you know.
