Tuesday morning I awoke at 6:45 with terrible pain in my abdomen. When I called my mother for medical advise she didn’t even recognize my voice. After vocalizing my agony I eventually became so loud that I woke my roommates. Around 8:45 Justin convinced me to go to the emergency room. Of course by the time I was seen I felt better. After three hours (during which someone died in the next room), a urine test, blood test and x-rays I was told I had gastritis. No, not a giant fart – but an inflammation of the stomach lining from overproduction of stomach acid. This it seems is a direct result of my eating less and skipping meals due to being fatigued and not wanting to gain weight from not working out over the past three months. I guess I shot myself in the foot…or the stomach. Hopefully it never happens again – but if it does – I was advised just to take Malox.
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