but that might be best attempted during a less stressful period, like summer vacation, and on and on.
Meanwhile, for some reason I felt a twinge in my stomach. Probably just nerves from listening to Dr. Singh talk about dosages.
But that’s also how C. diff starts—your stomach hurts because a few bad bacteria have managed to take hold in your small intestine,
and then your gut ruptures and seventy-two hours later you’re dead.
I needed to reread that case study of the woman who had no symptoms except a stomachache and turned out to have C. diff.
Can’t get out my phone right now, thoughshe’ll get pissed off
but did that woman have some other symptom at least, or am I exactly like her?
Another twinge. Did she have a fever? Couldn’t remember. Shit. It’s happening.
You’re sweating now. She can tell. Should you tell her? She’s a doctor. Maybe you should tell her.
“My stomach hurts a little,” I said. “You don’t have C. diff,” she answered.
I nodded and swallowed, then said in a small voice, “I mean, you don’t know that.”
“Aza, are you having diarrhea?” “No.” “Have you recently taken antibiotics?” “No.”
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