because if it isn't, it should be. i woke up at 1 in the morning, with a deep pain circling my ribs. i thought maybe i was hungry, or maybe too full for a second; still half asleep and unsure why everything hurt so badly. i got up and went to the bathroom, thinking that might help. upon standing i realized how much it hurt to stand upright. i thought maybe i needed to throw up, but that didn't seem to be it. i tried everything to get comfortable, i walked all over the house, i sat up, i tried going back to bed, i got out a heating pad and tried applying that to my back. about five minutes into that, the throwing up started. whoo! at this point, it didn't just hurt around my ribs, my back from the base on my neck to my tailbone felt like it was on fire. so. much. pain. the throwing up made me feel better for a minute, but then it was worse. at this point, i woke up my husband with a "i think some thing's wrong." i threw up a few more times after that, and about two hours into it, i had the realization, "this must be what spinal meningitis feels like." so, then, of course, i got ready to go to the ER.
however, 20 mins before the last time i threw up, i remembered some pills that i was accidentally prescribed; ketorolac. when i went to the urgent care clinic a few months with an ear infection, the doctor accidentally put my name on someone elses prescription. i remember D coming home with it and thinking, "upper left abdominal pain? that's not me." i thought about bringing them back, then spaced it. last night i was like, "well, i'm having pain." so i took one. i didn't think it did anything, and then i threw up again, and made my move. somehow, on the drive to the hospital, whatever part of the pill that i had absorbed started to kick in. i think staying in one position for a while, sitting upright, also helped ease the pain in my back. i drove through the parking lot of the hospital, then drove back home. i felt ridiculous, because obviously, no spinal meningitis, but still shitty from the throwing up. i couldn't sleep after that and so i took the day off. which was a good idea, because i just tried to eat and that didn't go very well. i kept that half a bagel down, but it is not having a good time in there.
i wonder what it was that happened. i'm always amazed at how my imagination goes the worst place possible. i was also happy that my husband didn't think i was too crazy, although he did giggle a bit when i told him my meningitis theory (after the fact, of course). he's at work, but he's going to bring me home some ginger ale. hooray!
*edited to add: well shit! it is in the DSM, according to wikipedia. i'm clinical! ha!