I had to fly for work this past week, a late evening flight into Houston followed by another hour and a half drive to get to the small town I was doing work in for a couple of days. It was a quick trip that was pretty much on the go the entire time, so by the time I got home Friday at 6p, I was fried.
We had plans to go over to a friend’s house for dinner yesterday evening, and I noticed that my right side up under my ribs was a little achy but that’s happened before, so I just kind of brushed it off and went on about getting ready to go out.
My side kept aching throughout the evening, and when we got home, as I went to get into bed, I must’ve torqued myself just so about the abdomen, because I had the most breathtaking cramp/Charlie horse/liver spasm/whatever EVER that stopped me dead. I laid in that weird position taking shallow breaths and clutching my side as tears rolled down my face for about 10 minutes.
After about 10 more minutes I was able to roll the rest of the way into bed and lay flat on my back, and after about 20 minutes more, I was able to fall asleep. It’s still tender today.
I have no clue what set that off. I’ve had sharp pangs before, but they were like a quick electric shock that was gone before I’d fully processed what was happening. This one was more like a taser shock. Not cool. If that could never happen again, that’d be great.
For now, I’m gonna keep lying here in my recliner, very very still, so as not to attract any attention from any of the internal organ demons running amok.
Tessa’s Angry Bum Liver