so remember my little thing called costochondritis?
well, the first perscription was a no go.
so then she perscribed me some steriods.
i then started to get really worried that something serious was wrong.
so back to the doc i went.
and again, she pushed and listened.
and again, she says i have costochondritis.
(there goes $20)
so she prescribes me yet another anti inflammatory.
an older and stronger one.
well, if you know anything about anti inflammatories, they are very hard on your stomach and can cause ulcers and stuff like that.
so i take one with lunch.
one with dinner.
all is well.
we go to sleep.
then i wake up abruptly at 3:00 in the most excruciating stomach pain known to man.
seriously. thought. i. was. dying.
i rolled over, "lincoln, i think i'm dying."
"you always think you're dying."
i can barely walk to the kitchen where i decide maybe if i eat something it will go away.
then my body says, NO WAY and detours to the bathroom.
(and we'll skip the details of this part)
...and then i felt... "better."
except when lying down. that was no bueno.
so i propped up some pillows and tried to fall asleep sitting up.
terribly fun night, let me tell you.
but the whole point to this story
and the best part of it all...
i sat there propped against my pillows and spent the next few minutes asking lincoln about human anatomy. and what organ is right here and what it's functions are. (he's smart.) i just was trying to figure out what the heck was happening inside my body! basically this was no "stomach ache," it was my intestines getting very VERY angry.
and do you know what else? he never complained or got mad at me for waking him up at 3:00 in the morning and then asking him anatomy questions.
when i was done, he held my hand until i fell asleep.
p.s. i've been too scared to take any more of that crap, so my little heart pains are quite prevalent and my ribs quite tender. go away, costochondritis!