The hospital has wifi.

Ben brought my laptop this morning.

So, here's what we know so far: it's not C. diff; it's not my gallbladder; it's probably not IBD. The doctor I saw (a Dr. Lamba) thinks it's something viral, probably, but with the chronicity, I've wiped my normal flora, so we're trying probiotics. If that helps, they'll send me home (because hospitals are full of germs).

I've gotten about 3.5L of IV fluids. They decided that was enough, so I'm not tied to the pole anymore. Clear liquid diet, lactose-free. Ginger ale, water, broth. I didn't touch the apple juice or jello. I don't have much of an appetite, really.

I'm catching up on my interwebs. Ben's going to the con for me. If you want my room number, PM or text me :) I'm in a very stylish hospital gown.

My head hurts.

No caffeine yet. The dr might find me some sort of something (I'm okay with like 1/4 cup of black tea, which'll be enough to take the edge off), because they won't let me have Coke on account of it's not clear, and no coffee, either.

He says I should reduce or stop my Synthroid (right after I picked up 90 days' worth, of course) because my free T4 is high and my TSH was 0.66 in their lab (when I last went to my dr it was 1.5), because that can cause some of the symptoms.

I had lunch: veggie broth with tiny bits of veggies (onions, I think), jello, and a cherry Italian ice. It has not yet made a repeat appearance, unless you count pissing like a racehorse. No longer true. I need to let my nurse know. (It was right after the dr left. Of course. Which was right before I started writing this.)

They think it might be IBS? That would make me sad, but less sad than celiac would make me. But we need to restore the flora, etc.

Fuck, my head hurts. Ooh, they're bringing me tea.