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in which my body hates me
So, dress rehearsal tonight for choir concert tomorrow. Kind of important.
About ten minutes in, I get brief stabbing pain in my stomach, and then a few minutes later, waves of abdominal pain. Not quite "I'm going to throw up from the pain" levels, but "plan route out of here just in case I do need to throw up".
It is really fucking hard to sing -- which involves diaphragm support and, yanno, abdominal muscles -- when it feels like something is stabbing you in the abdomen.
I suspected it was ether really bad gas or appendicitis; but a) assuming the stomach pain was related I don't have an appendix in my stomach; b) there was no rebound pain; c) it was sometimes hurting on the left and sometimes on the right, which makes more sense for gas than for appendicitis, since while I do know my innards are slightly fucked up (last time I had an ultrasound my right ovary was hear my belly button and my left ovary was hiding in my pelvis, so it's plausible my appendix could he in a different place than expected), I don't think I have two appendices.
Of course, even if it's probably not appendicitis, there's the whole thing where stabbing abdominal pain can be a precursor to diarrhea. So I had "fun" imagining scenarios of explosive diarrhea hitting mid rehearsal.
Luckily, the Mozart Requiem is something I can sing on autopilot. I wasn't singing well, because supports and some of the time I was just mouthing words (so the director wouldn't notice I wasn't singing) without making noise. But mostly I was just kind of enduring and singing what came out of my mouth.
I feel slightly better now that I'm home and have taken gas-x -- and luckily this is the sort of abdominal pain that dies better when I'm horizontal and worse when I'm sitting up, which increased the hell factor of rehearsing but means I can lie in bed with only some discomfort.
The only thing I can think of is that I had broccoli for dinner ... but I have broccoli a lot, and it almost never gives me gas, especially this bad. I seriously considered whether or not I should just go to the med center in sac rather than going home (the er here in town is one I don't trust to not kill me, so I'd rather drive the 20 extra minutes), except it was probably just gas and that's a tad embarrassing to go into the er for...
About ten minutes in, I get brief stabbing pain in my stomach, and then a few minutes later, waves of abdominal pain. Not quite "I'm going to throw up from the pain" levels, but "plan route out of here just in case I do need to throw up".
It is really fucking hard to sing -- which involves diaphragm support and, yanno, abdominal muscles -- when it feels like something is stabbing you in the abdomen.
I suspected it was ether really bad gas or appendicitis; but a) assuming the stomach pain was related I don't have an appendix in my stomach; b) there was no rebound pain; c) it was sometimes hurting on the left and sometimes on the right, which makes more sense for gas than for appendicitis, since while I do know my innards are slightly fucked up (last time I had an ultrasound my right ovary was hear my belly button and my left ovary was hiding in my pelvis, so it's plausible my appendix could he in a different place than expected), I don't think I have two appendices.
Of course, even if it's probably not appendicitis, there's the whole thing where stabbing abdominal pain can be a precursor to diarrhea. So I had "fun" imagining scenarios of explosive diarrhea hitting mid rehearsal.
Luckily, the Mozart Requiem is something I can sing on autopilot. I wasn't singing well, because supports and some of the time I was just mouthing words (so the director wouldn't notice I wasn't singing) without making noise. But mostly I was just kind of enduring and singing what came out of my mouth.
I feel slightly better now that I'm home and have taken gas-x -- and luckily this is the sort of abdominal pain that dies better when I'm horizontal and worse when I'm sitting up, which increased the hell factor of rehearsing but means I can lie in bed with only some discomfort.
The only thing I can think of is that I had broccoli for dinner ... but I have broccoli a lot, and it almost never gives me gas, especially this bad. I seriously considered whether or not I should just go to the med center in sac rather than going home (the er here in town is one I don't trust to not kill me, so I'd rather drive the 20 extra minutes), except it was probably just gas and that's a tad embarrassing to go into the er for...