So, for me, how ill I’m feeling has a tendency to be inversely proportional to how ill I actually am with something. I get a cold, and I’m a whiny, postrate, miserable mess. By contrast, I get pneumonia, and I argue with my prof over whether or not I should be in bed. I think it’s a mental self-defense mechanism where when I’m sick-sick my brain shuts down the sick signals so I can still function, because I was sick all the time as a kid. That holds until it exceeds my brain’s ability to compensate, and then I’m a whimpering, writhing agony blob on the floor/bed/appropriate horizontal surface like happened a month and a half ago when I abscessed a tonsil and remained unaware of it until my lymph nodes tried to explode (true story. Also: if you have trouble noticing body stuff and you notice your throat is sore three times in a week, get it checked out before your lymph nodes swell to the size of golf balls).
Understandably, my doc put me on antibiotics at the time.
Which brings me to today. For the past week, off and on, I’ve had digestive issues. No biggie – my GI nerves don’t work right. I get them a lot.
And then Wednesday night, everything kicked into high gear. I spent most of yesterday vaguely dizzy and crampy and crapping out blood. So today I go to the doctor. Because as oblivious as I can be sometimes, even I know that crapping blood isn’t exactly normal.
There are a whole bunch of things this could be, ranging from the benign and annoying to the deadly serious. Given my medical history and family history, age, and diet, I’m guessing on the milder end of the spectrum (milder being a relative term here). I’ll know more after I see the doc.