Waiting to Expel

This isn't the title of a film featuring man-bashing, scornful women but is a tale of my evening yesterday. After leaving the UC behind for a couple hours of jazz choir rehearsal, my lower abdomen began to squeeze tightly in pain. I thought nothing of it and simply blamed the apple-filled churros I scarfed down for dessert. The pain subsided for a while towards the end of practice but then came back with a mission - or so it seemed.

I was among friends last night. Cliff, Gavin, Sarah, her friend (and mine) Mandy, and the roommate-boy Matt all took phone pranks. The fun was reaching a lull when again the pain started. This time it brought along with it nausea and a few pre-emptive trips to the restroom. Although nothing came of those trips, I was very uneasy with the state of the food that I was sure was down there. The evening ended with Sarah and Mandy offering every item of support they could to help me with my ailment. I was thankful for their kindness but opted for sleep to be my medicine.

I slept through my American Film History screening of Psycho and took the morning for recuperation time. Unfortunately for me the pain didn't subside overnight and had in fact grown somewhat worse. No nausea accompanied but I had now discovered that the pain originated from slightly below my belt line. So, I got worried. Walking proved no good, only making the after dinner like cramp feel worse. I emailed my mom my situation and she and I both decided that it would be a good idea to get checked out at the health center. The health center's diagnosis? Possible inflammation of my appendix. They stressed that it's a tough call to make but they didn't recommend seeking immediate urgency care. They basically told me to take it easy, play my concert tonight (if I think I can handle it) and it'll either get worse or go away.

Yes, I have a jazz concert tonight. Not only will it be my last concert with the band for the year, I'm sitting in with the 2nd band to lend a little trumpet support. I went to sound check/rehearsal after my medical appointment and felt marginally good-to-go for tonight. I'm keeping a really close eye on the situation and am not aiming to push myself too hard. This may sound pretty serious to you but I'm not really at all worried. I feel great otherwise and am ready to give tonight's concert a go.

For me, this is no more than a new (and slightly uncomfortable) experience, whatever it may turn out to be.

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