I didn’t intend to write another island-themed post after last week, and normally this kind of topic doesn’t fall within the Grad Girl realm of solving postgrad problems… but health issues are postgrad problems, right? Read on anyway. You’ll enjoy it.
I kicked off Grenadian Thanksgiving weekend with my usual Saturday workout, followed by epic face-stuffing to observe the holiday. When I woke up the following Sunday, though, my abdominals were crying out in pain. Just the food and the workout, right?, I thought. I carried on with my normal routine, assuming the tightness in my stomach would subside.
An hour passed. Then two. And nothing changed. In fact, I felt worse—like, laying-down-in-a-fetal-position worse. My husband, the medical student, squished my stomach here and there to examine me, and hypothesized that I could have a gallbladder problem based on where the pain hurt most. He haphazardly put a diaper bag together for our one-year-old while I attempted to put on shorts and stifle nausea, and we drove to the hospital downtown.