Here I am again. In the hospital with Pancreatitis. Less than 12 hours before I went to the ER, I was at my company holiday party telling co-workers that I hadn’t seen in months just how much better I was feeling and how much healthier my lifestyle has been since my recovery.

I have been consistenly exercising 5 days a week, eating a very healthy diet and I have not had any alcohol since July.

But yet, somehow, yesterday morning while packing my clothes and getting ready for my weekend in NYC and my Sunday flight back to SFO, I started experiencing some pain in my abdomen. I headed to work for a few hours and quickly realized that I should probably go to the ER.

Turns out my lipase levels were up around 6,000 again (when a normal level is ~100), which is an immediate sign of pancreatitis. On the bright side, my pain is much much more tolerable this time around and I am hoping that this is a sign that it is a much milder case.

My bloodwork this morning showed an elevated lipase level, still, but it was coming down. I have a strong feeling that I will not be on my flight out to SFO tomorrow — but I am hoping to be headed back sometime this week, in full health.

The first time, this was traumatic. This time it’s a fucking pain in the ass.