Crapola!!

I spent this past weekend in the hospital courtesy of Crohn's again. So not how I want to spend weekends. I was let out, but under protest by the Emergency doctor... he only agreed to send me home because A) I practically begged and B) I'd had a previous appointment with my specialist in a few days anyway... seeing that specialist was the main reason he was gonna make me stay in the hospital.

Thanks but no thanks... seriously. I'd rather sleep in my own bed... or try to anyway. I still feel like shit, but the excrutiating pain that prompted the trip to the hospital is now gone.

I got home Sunday evening still having some mild pain... a big improvement actually. I spent that night trying to sleep, but had no luck. All I did was lilsten to the noises my stomach made. I had a bit better luck sleeping last night... although, the stomach noises still woke me a bunch of times.

Lately, that hospital doesn't let me leave without forcing me to eat their nasti-rific food. It's like a test... if I can tolerate their food without getting sick, they'll let me leave. It's ironic actually. Everything they serve is either too sweet, too salty or too cardboard-y... so I can't win. I tough it out and eat what I can... (thankfully, they tend to only give me liquids) and smile through my desire to puke... ham it up about how much better I feel even though while I normally become very upset at throwing up... it's now become something I long to do... which is due ONLY to the foulness I've just had to swallow and then get the hell out of there.