Friday night, we went to an early dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings, then headed home. Meg was fine at dinner, but after we got home, she started to complain that her stomach was hurting.
Sometimes Meg will use this as an excuse. Most of the time, I’m able to call her on her bluff, but Friday night was different. She kept complaining. About 7pm, she started crying and was doubling over in pain.
I put her in the bath thinking that the warm water would help her stomach, but it didn’t help at all. By now, Meg was screaming in pain. After I got her out of the tub, I got her to lay on the couch with me. This only lasted for about 10 minutes before the agonizing pain started again.
I decided that enough was enough and loaded her into the car to take her to the ER. She was in such pain, that she wasn’t even able to sit down in the car on the ride over there. She just stood in the back.
By the time we got to the hospital, she was crying horribly. They were able to get us right in. Meg was admitted and the questions started. She wasn’t running a fever and hadn’t been sick, but was in terrible pain.
When she was walking thru the hallways of the hospital, she was gripping her right side. Of course, I thought it had to be her appendix.
Thankfully, while she was in x-ray, she threw up and immediately started feeling better. Blood tests and urine tests all came back normal. As it turns out, she just had a huge gas bubble in her tummy that was causing her so much pain.