Tonight has been Hell. I got home from school today and at about 6-ish i started having breathing problems. Every single time i took a breath, it hurt. Bad. This went on for hours. Sharp pain after sharp pain as i inhaled every cautious breath. I was literally red with tears and sweating. I was frustrated and stressed because it was like i could only breathe so much, and it was like having only half a breath in my system at a time. It was a little scary, too.
After a while of just thinking it would pass, that it was some effervescent cramp, i asked mom and dad for help. They thought that i was over-reacting and that the pain would go away if i just laid down. I did. Several times. No help at all. Dad gave me some water mixed with baking soda to relieve any gas bubbles. Besides a few burps, nothing. The pain kept on. They gave me some dinner and no pain went away, and they were actually annoyed that i was crying out a bit during the meal. So they decided to take me to the doctor.
Dad looked it up before we got there, and said that he thought i had "Splenic Fixure Syndrome" according to my symptoms. There was noone in the waiting room so i went straight in while the nurse asked me some questions and then escorted me to my room and gave me one of those hospital dresses to change into. A few minutes later, the doctor came in and poked and prodded at my stomach and chest to try and get a sense of where the pain was. He told my parents he wanted an x-ray, so into a different room i went.
"Are you SURE youre not pregnant?" they asked a bazillion times. Of course, my reply was the same No. "Ok, face the board, hold your breath.... Done." "Is the pain in your left side? Ok, turn to your right, facing the windows, and raise both arms above your head. Hold your breath...Done. Ok, go ahead" It felt like nothing had even happened, not like i imagined an xray would be, feeling some creepy wave-like aura running through my body with mysterious omnipresence.
About 30 more minutes passed, us having first walked in about 2 hours earlier. They gave me some painkillers, (5 mg of something starting with an L) a prescription for liquid coiedine, another painkiller, and basically told me i wasnt dying. Wow, thanks for the input, Doc. Honestly, i know they did all those tests and whatever, and that i wasnt in any immediate terminal danger, but i just wish he couldve been able to tell me exactly WHY i was feeling this way, how i could STOP feeling this way as soon as possible, and how i could prevent it in the future. But no, $75 for the x-ray, thanks, and that will be all for me. I feel drowzy.
Stay Nifty! ;)
Christy
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