Tummy Ache

I went to my doctor last week for some gastric issues. The nurse, after taking my weight, measurement, and BP, asked if it was okay that a medical student come into my room. Thinking it wouldn’t be that big of a deal–there wasn’t anything too embarrassing going on with me–I said I was fine with the med student.

Before I go much further into the story, let me set the mood. I had been having stomach pain, nausea, and headaches for 4 days. On top of being sweaty because of my symptoms, I was sweaty because it was close to 100 degrees outside. The protective paper they have on the exam table was stuck to my thighs. I hadn’t bothered with make-up. Now, let’s continue…

*knock knock* In walks the most attractive man I have ever encountered in a medical setting. This man, whose name I forgot as soon as he said it because I was so distracted by how beautiful he was and how repulsive I was, was my medical student.

Here are the questions he asked me. I refuse to put my responses, because I am a lady!

Sexy doctor student man (SM for short): “What are the quality of your stools?” “How gassy have you been this week?” “Do you have all of your sexual bits (he didn’t say “sexual bits”. He used whatever the medical terms are)?”

He then tells me he is going to touch my stomach in which I respond, “Okay. I am disgusting and sweaty!” because I am charming. At this point the paper stuck to my thighs had disintegrated. He poked around my flubby, sad tummy for what felt like an hour then went to consult my actual doctor.

They both came back and concluded my gastric issues were stress related (prednisone makes coping hard and Heidi crazy!). My doctor hugged me (he probably knows how devastatingly handsome his shadower is and was secretly apologizing for having him ask me about my poops) and sent me to the lab to get blood drawn.

Getting blood drawn is always a struggle with me, my veins are hard to find. The lab tech had already, unsuccessfully, tried getting blood from one arm and was working on the other when the medical student walked into the lab.

My medical history is interesting so he had more questions and wanted to listen to my heart.

He walked out of the lab and the tech turned to me and said, “Well, a vein popped up when he walked in. I might have to call him back.” We laughed so hard. I was snorting and choking, she was bent over wheezing.

I was so embarrassed.



I have a fever(!), I did not allow my body the rest it needed because I was too manic to sit still, It’s Sunday-not so fun-day, and I discovered a rash on my arms and feet.

I should have gone to bed after finding the rash but I diagnosed myself with lupus instead! I’ll just go to bed next time.



“I started the 2400mg Ibuprofen, 25mg Prednisone, and 1.8mg Colchicine 2 weeks ago. I am a bit of a mess. The pain has gone away, but the emotional imbalance I experienced when I was on the higher dose of prednisone has come back. I don’t know if it is the added medications or the inability to cope with what I’m still going through that has me this way. Whatever it is, I hate not having control.”

I wrote that a while ago but never posted it. Emotionally, I am feeling better this week. I still hate the meds.

I have appointments with the cardiologists and rheumatologist next week. I have neck, shoulder, and chest pain–the same pain I experienced with the pericarditis–that began this week and it has me concerned. They will do blood work, some listening, and probably adjust my meds. I hope the pain is not real and I am just being paranoid!

Worst case scenario…my body is no longer responding to the ibuprofen and colchicine and we have to begin methotrexate. It will be okay! I am going to be okay!

No Methotrexate!

Today began with a phone call from the cardiologist who does not say goodbye. I contacted him because I gained 4 lbs in two days which can be an indication of pericardial effusion-fluid around the heart. He wanted me to have an echocardiogram at 1:00, right before seeing rheumatology.
I went to check-in for my echo and there had been no appointment scheduled for me. I was not happy with the cardiologist. The receptionist called around and a technician at the hospital had an opening. We were at the clinic by the river so we jumped on the tram.
While in the waiting room, cardiologist 2 and 3 (cardiologist 1 is still on vacay) walked by and saw me. They both sat down and started asking about my weight gain. Then #2 sat next to me and took one of my hands while #3 kneeled and held one of my feet. They were checking the puffiness, but it was hilarious and I loved it! Them taking that extra moment out of what they were doing to chat with me while I waited restored the faith a little bit.
The echocardiogram was clean–no water on the heart!
Then! Then! The rheumatologist decided she did not want to put me on methotrexate! When I was first diagnosed with pericarditis right after my surgery they put me on a high dose of ibuprofen and also colchicine-an anti-inflammatory used for gout. She felt the cardiologists had not used the colchicine and ibuprofen to its greatest potential. It did not work the first time we tried it, but she is almost doubling the doses. I should know within a week if it is going to work.
The plan is to take the ibuprofen and colchicine along with the prednisone for a month and, if my body is responding well, we will begin tapering off the prednisone.
I cannot wait for the pain to be gone and to begin life again! If it works! I hope it works!