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There's only one piece of medical advice in this thread, and I think it's within the DU Rulebook: if this happens to you, GO TO THE DOCTOR, DAMMIT!
Okay, here's the spiel. On Monday night after work, my abdomen felt slightly sore. The soreness moved around--everywhere from where the appendix is, to the middle, under the ribs, all over, and it really wasn't bad. I figured it was because I got a pound of strawberries from a farm that didn't believe in hand washing facilities for its pickers.
Tuesday was my first day off. I wasn't really feeling any different until that night, when I started getting a little diarrhea.
On Wednesday I was going to go to the Veterans Administration clinic in Coeur d'Alene and get checked out. Turns out this is a clinic that does nothing but geriatric follow-up care--we have a LOT of military retirees in this town--so I bought some anti-infection herbs and decided to drive to Spokane in the morning.
Wednesday night I spent on the pot with some heavy-duty diarrhea, the output of which looked exactly like urine. It was a dark amber fluid with no solids in it. In the immortal words of Jack Russell on the stage of the Station Nightclub, "wow...that's not good." Off I go to Spokane, where a large VA Hospital is located.
They ran me through their CT scanner. The operator told me, "I don't want to tell you what you've got before your doctor does, but those are some amazing images." Jack Russell again.
Half an hour later (they were already filling me back up with Potassium Laced Ringer's Lactate) I learned my appendix had ruptured BUT I had built a capsule around it to keep the shit from leaking out and causing peritonitis. The Self Sealing Appendix is a wonderful thing. The weird thing is, NO ONE working at this hospital--neither doctors nor nurses--had seen a case of this present itself. It seems to be one of those textbook diseases, as in "the only place you're going to see this is in your medical textbook, because it doesn't actually happen."
Well anyway, they poured about a gallon of heavy duty antibiotics in me over the next few days, sent me home with a bottle of Cipro and asked me to come back in two weeks for a follow-up. And on Friday, I'm back to work.
So, the morals of this story:
1. If you are a veteran and you are not enrolled with the VA, you are a no go at this station. Added bonus: enrolling with the VA covers you under the Healthcare Reform bill's coverage mandate, so you don't have to buy extra insurance if you don't want it. (Having said that, if you travel frequently having civilian health insurance wouldn't be a bad idea; you can only use VA coverage in a VA facility, so if you're where they don't have such a place you're kinda screwed. If you do have both, the VA bills civilian insurance for whatever it can get, then pays whatever's left.)
2. If you think you're sick, you are.
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