Of course, no one in the ER has ever heard of an islet cell transplant, but they all find it fascinating. The Dr orders an X-ray and some lab tests and we wait for the results. The ER Dr. says that there is some blockage of my intestine and that she is going to admit me. This is when I realize my mistake. I came to the ER of the closest hospital, and the one that I actually worked at for many years, but not the one that my own doctor goes to. It is too late to go somewhere else, so I am admitted and pain medication is administered. It takes 2 medications, but finally my pain is better.
The strategy to heal me is to have me not eat anything and hope that the blockage breaks up and passes through. So I go to my room to get settled in just wait. Gary makes some more phone calls. I continue to check my blood sugars. They are still doing well.
The night is uneventful. I am just happy to be finally out of pain.