Jay whipped into the ER, I crawled out, and he took the kids to our good friend Laura's house for some dinner while Jay came to make sure I was OK. At the ER I had tests ran, drank some nasty concoction that numbed my tummy, and got a glorious round of pain meds in my IV. Once I was no longer in pain I was sent home with instructions to take Mylanta for my "Acute Gastritis" (read: heartburn) and to see my doctor in five to eight days.
Fast forward to Tuesday night (three attacks and one sonogram later) when I received a call from my doctor saying I have gallstones and will most likely need surgery. Now I will meet with a surgeon next week and all will be well. No worries!
One upside to our ER visit... while getting pulled over on the way home from Laura's house we told the cop we had just left the ER. We got off with a warning. Thank goodness for small favors!