Transcript: I always thought of myself as having a "rubber stomach". I can put anything in it, and it will digest without giving me any trouble. In fact, I don't remember having an upset stomach since I was five years old. However, all of this changed one summer day after a meal in a seafood restaurant. It was 3 o'clock in the morning when my dreams were interrupted by an aching pain in my stomach. It felt as though a fork was in there, turning and spinning. I dashed out of bed and headed straight for the washroom. A few minutes later, I stumbled back to bed, but before I was able to fall asleep again, another jolt of pain hit. I ran to the washroom again. This happened again and again. It was like that all night. By 6 o'clock in the morning, I could barely stand up. I decided I'd better head to the hospital. The doctor at the emergency room was a young lady. She took a good look at me as I sat in agony. Then, she started pressing down on different spots of my stomach. As she pressed, she asked if I felt any pain. I did, but I wasn't sure where the pain was. She asked me to take some blood tests. Fifteen minutes later, she got the test results. My blood tests indicated that I had an infection. "It could be an intestinal infection, or it could be appendicitis," explained the doctor. "Let's hope it's an intestinal infection. If it's appendicitis, we will have to do a surgery immediately. Take these four bottles of intravenous drip, and see if you feel better tomorrow." After lying in a hospital bed for half a day, I finished four bottles of antibiotics. I went home hoping to get better soon, but I was not feeling any better. I hadn't eaten anything for a full day. And I couldn't even fall asleep any-more. Not only did I still feel very weak, but my arms and legs began to hurt as well. In fact, I even started having trouble breathing. Deeply disappointed at the diagnosis from the first hospital, I decided to go to another hospital for a re-examination.
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