For those with a weak stomach, capsule this post isn’t for you. I’m a nurse, ed so gross body talk kinda turns me on. I know — I’m weird. Okay, here it goes. Weak stomachs and children should turn off now.
Last week I was traveling for work — drove down to DeQueen, Arkansas, for three days meeting with physician and community partners on the cardiac disparities project that I’m doing. DeQueen has a cute little downtown square, and the people are really down-home good ole folks. But one thing it is lacking is healthy restaurant options. Besides fast food and several Mexican food places, there is only one option, Stillwell’s. I ate at Stillwell’s four times in three days. So needless to say, my diet wasn’t too healthy those three days. Then my stomach started hurting on Friday morning. Bad. Really bad.
Friday was also the big event — the 2013 DeQueen Senior Citizen’s Appreciation Day. The 32nd annual DeQueen Senior Citizen’s Appreciation Day. It’s a big deal there. The old folks came out in droves. About 500 of them. They had a band, a dude smoking chicken to serve everyone, and lots of health screening opportunities for the seniors. The company that I work for, Arkansas Foundation for Medical Care, had a booth set up promoting the Million Hearts initiative. Anyway, I felt crappy the entire day. It felt like someone was punching me in the stomach over and over doubling me over in sharp stabs. But it wasn’t constant, so I managed to make the best of it and have a pretty fun day. Then I drove back home. By the time I got home at 4 p.m., I was shot. Went straight to bed and texted my sweet husband to pick up M from school for me.
So now the nurse in me really kicks into gear trying to diagnose me. I wasn’t constipated — pooped plenty. (WARNED YOU!) I was peeing good too. My stomach was bloated, hard and tender to the touch. Maybe it was something I ate. Blame DeQueen. Blame travel. I’m home now — surely this will pass.
Saturday was so-so. Sunday was better. Monday was great. VICTORY! Yeah, wrong. Woke up this morning back to the stomach punches. So I went to the doctor. I was diagnosed with diverticulitis. But how can this be? I eat fiber. Lots of fiber. I even eat my kale and other weird green vegetables that I get in my CSA basket each week. I drink my Arbonne shakes and add the Fiber Boost. I add probiotics to my drinks. As a former obese person, I really try to watch what I eat most of the time. When I do eat junk, I try to keep the portion small. I don’t exercise much, but otherwise, I shouldn’t have this problem.
So here I am at home today — in my jammies, on two antibiotics and a medicine for nausea — hoping and praying to feel normal again. I’m on a bland diet and drinking lots and lots of water and Arbonne Fizz Stick (I’m addicted). The doctor is going to call me tomorrow, and we’ll discuss next steps. I have a history of gut issues, so hopefully I won’t have to blog about a colonoscopy soon.