Getting old sucks, part 7912375973.
As referenced upthread, I partied pretty hard a couple weekends ago at my alma mater. My fraternity is recolonizing and about 45 of us old farts came into town to show the young whippersnappers how to properly chug a beer. Not only did I indulge in quite a few cold ones, but I ate like crap too.
Came home feeling absolutely fine, even took a HS buddy out for a few beers on his birthday, last Monday. By Wednesday evening, though, my insides were yelling at me. Not to the same degree as back in February when I was hospitalized with pancreatitis, but definitely had twinges of general discomfort in the mid-section, side and back to some degree.
Got myself on a liquid diet as of Thursday (chicken broth & Jell-o), as that's what they gave me in the hospital back in February. Started feeling a little better yesterday, but ugh... the wifey is a notorious Googler and texted me that she read that pancreatitis can be up to 30% fatal! While that was only partially true (only severe cases can be that high, and even in February when I was hospitalized I was diagnosed with a mild case), I was still having random twinges of discomfort, so I hauled my butt to the ER yesterday afternoon.
The enzyme (lipase) that is tied to your pancreatic health, came back perfectly normal, so either I defeated this ******* on my own, or I didn't even have it this time around. Heck, the ER doc yesterday reviewed my case from February and said that admitting and holding me for 3 days was overkill.
Still, my insides are obviously not happy with me so I have an appointment with another GI specialist and will be getting a colonoscopy. And will be discussing this latest round of discomfort. Something else is going on.
If anything, it was yet another wake-up call to improve my diet and it's probably time I cut out the over-indulgent weekends of greasy food and mass quantities of beer. It's not like I'm 25 anymore.