Saturday night, I went to bed about 9pm. At 10pm I woke up with really bad stomach pains. I ended up spending the night on the toilet with a trash can in front of me. The pain was horrible. There was no way I could go to a hospital because I couldn't get the anything to stop long enough to allow for a drive to the hospital. After about 8 hours of this, I told Bill if I was still sick by daybreak, I needed to go to the hospital.
Daybreak came with no relief. I got into the car and laid across the backseat while Bill drove. I had a towel under me, and a plastic bag to throw up in. I remember when he asked me what hospital I wanted to go to, I replied "The nearest one".
After a catscan, xrays, and a sonogram, they could not find what was causing the pain. I thought I had torn my lapband loose from all the vomiting, but they said it was still in place. They gave me morphine for the pain.
The MD wanted me to stay in the hospital for more tests the next day, but I promised I would follow up with my primary MD, and went home. I just wanted the pain to stop, and the morphine accomplished that (damn, that was some strong stuff)!!
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