Update:
Went for a little ambulance ride Sunday evening. After the EMS techs were unable to get an IV started (in all fairness, I have no veins left), PLUS the 25 minute ride, PLUS an additional hour and forty minutes in an ER bed with ZERO pain relief, I am finally given a little help, then sent home because Broom Hilda on duty (with whom I have had previous pleasantries) doesn't know what else to do.
Arrive at Casa Del SnP: 10-10:30 pm.
Awakened with ungodly, mind splitting pain again: 1:28 am.
This morning, it was on. Me lovely andf multi-talented wife loaded me into the car and to the doc we went. Reasoning being, if you do what you're supposed to and go the ER route and get less than nothing, then it's time for Plan B. I approached the heavily fortified receptionists' desk and calmly and politely (yes, I am capable...) let her know that if it took til midnight I had to see doc today whenever they could get me in.
They got me in.
After much consultation and plain-n-simple facing what this is doing to me, he: Upped the pain meds; Put me out of work indefinately; Made the call to the GI doc in another town that ran Friday's tests.
I will be seen again Friday, and called if the tests show anything drastic.
Options were and will continue to be discussed, but once it's all on the table, my decision will be made quickly. Right now is the first time I've really been on my feet all day (these pills kick ass...) and I am starving. I am not to eat before Wednesday or later if I can make it. I last ate on Saturday, except for about six bites Sunday morning. If I see one more Ruby Tuesday commercial I will go mad.
Thassit.