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I must say, without a doubt, this Christmas will go down in history as being the worst ever.   I'm actually purty tired and don't feel like gettin all detailed at the moment.  But ummm, with all the vomiting I've been doing I became severely dehydrated and my electrolytes plummeted to the ground.  Turns out when this happens you tend to be in a psychotic and irrational state -- alot like when a diabetic wigs out.  I had absolutely no balance, I'm covered head to toe with bruises.  I also learned the hard way that I could do the splits.  But I wasn't even lucid enough to realize it hurt a damn lot.  

Doctors get called and turns out Dr. Schwartz was unaware I had three strictures so he said to get me to the emergency room.  Piled in the car, went to Fresno, hung out in the emergency room with zillions of flu victims.  Mother was completely irate, and demanded I be admitted and put on an IV immediately.  She succeeded in frightening the lil man working behind the desk and we got a room.  

Dr. Schwartz comes gets up to speed on my symptoms and just thinks I'm nuts -- Mother keeps saying that this was not normal behavior for me.  So they took lots of blood and found out that indeed my electrolytes were purty damn low.  In the morning I was much more steady on my feet, they did an endoscopy and not only did they find a pinhole stricture, they also found an ulcer.  Dr. Schwartz seemed very remorseful for not believing and was extra kind.  *thumbsup*

I'll tell ya the fun-filled details later -- like how I wigged out, figured out how to turn off the IV and escape from the hospital.