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I hate going to hospitals, especially in cities. They really don't seem to care unless they can physically see how injured you are. I saw an independent nurse and a walk in clinic before they both said to go to the ER when I tore something inside my abdomen. Waited 15 hours to be seen, struggled to breath without pain, and passed out from pain during the Xray. The Dr said I passed out from anxiety and sent me home with nothing and no advice.
One of the absolute worst experiences I've had at a hospital, and all I wanted was to make sure it wasn't my gall bladder. Of course they also charged the obscene US prices too
What ended up happening with your abdomen?
While working out I apparently tore a bit of some lining that surrounds the organs, it just happened to be near where the gallbladder is. 0/10 would not recommend, breathing and moving hurt a lot.
Jesus. Did they have to do anything to get it to heal, or did it heal on its own? Or is it still ripped?
I was stretching too much after months of not stretching, when I got my new place last year. Suddenly felt a sort of sharp pang of pain in my belly. Scared me, immediately stopped the stretch and curled forward around it.
Later on, noticed I had an umbilical hernia. They had to fix it surgically.
Really freaked me out. Like, I knew the tissues of my body had a tensile strength beyond which they’d fail, but I always assumed those forces would be like from a car crash or something. Not just a stretch.
Definitely a weird feeling to realize we’re all just jello of various consistencies wrapped around bones.
I'm under the assumption it healed on it's own. The pain is gone and hasn't come back, although I haven't lifted nearly as intensely since. I have access to a nurse outside of a hospital so they helped me keep tabs on it, took something around 1.5 months to heal up though.
The dichotomy of how resilient or fragile our bodies are is wild. I like your analogy of various consistencies of jello.
Well on the bright side you found out about the hernia, hopefully before it was a serious issue and got it fixed.