Me and My Bleeding Stomach,
Me and My Abdominal Cramps,
Me and My Talking Insides,
Me and My Stomach Monster,
Me and My White Hot Poop,
Me and My Mystery Disease,
Me and My Screaming Stomach Pain,
Me and My Angry Intestinal Monster,
Me and My Lifelong Stomach Problems,
Me and My Fucked Up Body.
I'm having myself a sick day today. My head feels like it's a water balloon and I've slept about 10 or 11 hours so far today and I've barely eaten anything all day and my head is screaming in pain with the world's biggest headache. And above all it's my stomach.
I've had stomach pain all my life. My parents, however, subscribed more to the "Suck it up, nothing's wrong, it's all in your head, stop whining so much, Stevie, and get ready for school" theory of parenting and I grew up keeping shut about my lifelong stomach problems. As such I feel extremely guilty about calling in sick. Lance really let me have it with the guilt yesterday, informing me before I left work that due to my sickness that there would be nobody in kids. That stung. And then Julia called me this morning asking me if I was coming in. Apparently Lance didn't let anybody know I had called in sick.
My doctor (I went to the doctor last year for a checkup, my first since I was about seventeen years old) told me what he thinks the problem is. But now I'm here staing at home and randomly doubled over in pain, so I'm worried it's something else entirely, something more frightening.
No real point to this post. I just want to bitch.