Well if anyone was wondering where I was last week - here’s the answer. I was admitted to GW Hospital Tuesday morning with acute pancreatitis, which was probably the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I went to the ER after Liz woke up and found me sobbing in bed at 6am, they admitted me at 3pm, and I spent the week on the Medical Floor in bed on morphine, nausea medicine, and antibiotics.
Thankfully they let me out this morning once I could drink water and keep some broth down, but I look like a beat up old heroin addict from all the needle marks and bruises (they kept drawing blood because they couldn’t figure out what caused it) - and I’m homebound all week.
Turns out I have a genetic (I inherited it from my mom) auto-immune disease that causes me to occasionally make antibodies to my own organs and tissue… awesome. So this will probably be a recurring thing until they come up with a good cure for auto-immune problems.
Sadly this means that I will not be graduating until July 31 - I’ll walk on Friday at the ceremony but because I couldn’t finish a paper I can’t get a diploma.
So I’m on clear liquids and bedrest all week… if anyone’s interested in keeping me company and/or has ever wanted to know what I’m like on a shitload of pain medicine, just come by 
That was not a fun experience.
When I’m feeling better/more lucid/etc I want to write a post about the dehumanizing and eugenicist nature of institutionalized medicine, and our society’s pathology regarding pain medicine; remind me to do that in a couple of days, I have a lot of good things to say about it.
