Go to a doctor and tell him you think it's something serious.
Or, if you really want to be sure? Go to the ER.
Works every time.
Take, for example, my recent stomach woes. They had been going on for about a month and slowly getting worse. I had tried a litany of medicines, and cutting a number of things from my diet, but nothing seemed to work. My stomach hurt, my back hurt, and it felt like nothing in my digestive tract was working properly. I walked around all day with a look on my face suggesting I had just smelled sour milk, or been told Sarah Palin was up for a Nobel Prize. If I ate, the pains got worse. If I drank, the pains got worse. If I moved around a lot, the pains got worse. Luckily, the moving thing doesn't happen that much, and slowly I stopped really taking anything in besides Pepto.
My Mom was convinced it was my gall bladder.
Ryan was worried it was my pancreas.
Tara said it was the crazies. Oh, and then she said I probably had a wheat allergy, because she's mean.
Meg just wanted to know why the milk was sour.
I called doctors. The earliest anyone could see me was July. I made an appointment and decided I could stick it out. Then the pain stopped being annoying to being disruptive. Yesterday I came home from work trying to convince myself I had a stomach bug Ryan had been carrying around. By mid-afternoon I knew it wasn't. By six last night I had agreed to go with my Mom to the ER this morning, and had called work to tell them I wasn't coming.
This morning I woke up feeling pretty good. Still a little sore, but better. I called my Mom to tell her I was not going. She reminded me that I had felt better before, and it had gotten worse.
So, I went.
Four different people asked me about my symptoms. They felt my stomach. They took my vitals. They drew blood. They took other fluids. They did an ultrasound.
They found nothing.
My blood work was fine.
My gall bladder looked "perfect."
I started to cry because nothing was wrong with me. I am still not sure if they were tears of joy, or frustration.
At least they didn't say it was the crazies.
The doctor thinks it could be all of the supplements I have been taking. Or maybe a bad reaction to a medication. He also says he can't be sure. I am supposed to stop taking everything not absolutely necessary and see what happens. He might have a point. When I woke up this morning, feeling better, I had taken a single pill in more than 48 hours.
Of course, he says if that doesn't work I can always go back.
After all, that seems to do the trick.