Sick leave II

It was last Sunday that my tummy started to ache. We were watching a movie in the afternoon and sitting was becoming less and less comfortable. Later that day, I could hardly move. I was lying for more than 3 hours straight but I wasn't able to find a position that eased my pain. I started throwing up in the fourth hour. I spent the first half of the week getting better and trying to figure out what was wrong: I was at the hospital twice and I saw three gynaecologists and all of them could only guess what had happened. On Thursday, I finally felt well enough to go to work. I had little bit of a temperature in the morning, but I was in a good mood, I didn't feel any pain, so I spent a day at work. It was all fine. Then Friday came, I woke up at 6 and felt sick immediately. I couldn't eat a thing, I was dizzy, made 8 visits to the bathroom in the morning - so, I was definitely less than well. My mom took me to the doctor who this time - having pressed every little inch of my abdomen - sent me to a surgeon, saying that it's either the inflammation having spread onto something else or I have caught an influenza at the hospital, but let's start with the worst case scenario. So, I spent half a day at another medical centre, having my blood drawn for the second time in a week and myself being inspected. The comforting conclusion was that whatever this is, it doesn't require an operation. Phew. It would be somewhat more comforting to know what it is though...

I spent a week at home and I literally didn't do a thing because I did not have any energy to do anything. It sucked. It still does. Just when things finally started to work at work, I'm not able to work. I missed my sister's szalagavató (the ceremony when the graduating class receives their ribbon from the school) and Jani is playing in the large hall at the Cinetrip tonight and I'm not able to go.