...but determined to overcome. Today, I ended up in the emergency room for what my attending doctor believes is a stomach ulcer. I've been in pain for a few days and was overcome with nausea and cold chills while at work this morning, so I left work early and went to the hospital. I have a follow-up appointment next week and will have to see a specialist after that. Part of me thought I'd end up with an ulcer at some point because of high stress and anxiety issues, so I'm not surprised. Or worried, really. I've survived a round (I call it a round because it could come back) of cervical cancer, pneumonia, respiratory issues (coughing so hard, my ribs cracked), and an assortment of life stressors, as well as alcoholism. I'm certain I can overcome this. I was even able to tell the doctor NOT to prescribe Percocet because I've abused it before. I decided to post not to vent, really, but to assert my determination.
Thanks for reading