So after having Indian food with NewChris yesterday, I got home and went to bed, seemingly with a growling stomach, though it had been filled with pretty tasty Indian food earlier.
Last night, I had a terrible dream about Crystal T dying and it shook me up enough that I actually stayed up out of fright. Eventually I fell back to sleep but was soon awakened by the stupid alarm clock. Anywhoo, I ate a bowl of cereal and some OJ/Centrum and went on my merry way to work.
A couple hours into work, I got a rather intense stomach pain, of the likes that I needed to at least sit down for. I attributed the pain to stress and anxiety at not knowing what would walk through the doors next, but the pain continued. It was a very visceral cramping pain, of the likes you get when your intestines want to rip themselves apart. Likewise, it took my breath away and I knew I had to get to the bathroom.
Needless to say the ER staff bathroom had been cordoned off for remodeling.
So I rode the elevator (cuz trying the stairs was simply making it worse) to the 4th floor, got "The Drops" (thanks to AmyBurns) ran down to the intern call room on 3rd floor (where I would have a little privacy) and proceeded to shit my brains out. Not watery, but very loose and voluminous.
Guess Indian Saag just doesn't agree with my stomach even though it was quite tasty to the palate.
I thought that with such a shitty start the day couldn't get better. Fortunately, it stayed steady and straightforward and I was able to make it out of my shift alive. YAY! Now I just have 12 shifts left. :(
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