Sunday hang-out

Today I couldn't take it anymore, so went to the hospital. For three days I have not been able to keep food down, nausea, vomiting and belly-ache. Not a lot of fun I tell you, since the pain makes you not being able to sleep.

It was even so bad I haven't had a drop of alcohol and been smoking very few cigarettes for the past few days.

The diagnosis they gave me was acute gastritis. Isn't it typical? After me living a more healthy life for the past year.

I don't feel completely comfortable though, since the doctor told me they would do an ultrasound of the belly, and they ended up doing an EKG. Nothing wrong with my heart. Plus that I saw a few errors in the journal they made and gave me a copy of.

Ah well, I've gotten pills now to last me to tomorrow, then I have to get to a pharmacy to fill up. And I only vomited once today, and even managed to get two cups of soup down. Fingers crossed I get to keep them overnight.

If I am to find something positive in the situation it is that my weightloss will continue, however not in the way I envisioned it, and that the cats have been very supportive. Coming to check on me in bed, and curl up next to me to keep me company.