Marcie Alana (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mrciealana) wrote,@ 2002-12-12 20:55:00 |
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Donut Eats Woman
A few weeks ago I was dealing with some pretty nasty abdominal pain. It went on day and night and by Friday evening LWSRN and B were almost begging me to go to the emergency room. I can't remember what time I got there, but they let me go at about 4:30 in the morning. While I was there they gave me an IV with something for the pain (and gods know what else), and took some blood tests.
The final diagnosis was "colitis" which, best I can tell, means "your abdomen hurts and we don't know why." Between the pain killers and other things, I was able to sleep, and though my tummy was sensitive for days, the pain went away. The did notice that my "liver functions" were abnormal, alarmingly so, and suggested I get to my doctor as soon as possible.
Which I did. We had a nice little hepatitis scare, but it was all a false alarm. I am getting vaccinated for Hep A and B, but only because I'm in a high risk group -- I'm not monogamous. Anyway, at first I thought the tummy troubles were gone. But I've had several shorter recurring bouts over the past month.
I saw Dr. M again yesterday and told him about it. I expected a short appointment. I planned to go back to work afterwards. He poked and prodded and wasn't quite sure of what he found. He called over to the to the other medical building and found the cat scanner had a vacant slot. Right about the time I was planning to get back to the office, I found myself drinking about a liter of "contrast" and getting into a hospital gown.
I had a cat scan of my neck years ago. It was a simple procedure on a small machine. I was not ready for a huge metal donut about the size of my living room. Nor was I ready for the articulated arm that hung out of the ceiling looking like an alien laser, or the ... bag.
The odd arm ended up being the strangest IV I've ever had, and the bag, well, you know. I laid down on the bed and it levered me up and into the donut. My first thought was "Donut eats woman." There was a little window in the thing so I could watch as the magnets spun around in side and the whole machine gently rocked back and forth. It was unnerving.
They didn't find anything out of place. You might think that's good news, and maybe it is, but next week I've got an appointment with a gastroenterologist with a camera on a very long cord. Let's hope he doesn't find anything unexpected either.
A few weeks ago I was dealing with some pretty nasty abdominal pain. It went on day and night and by Friday evening LWSRN and B were almost begging me to go to the emergency room. I can't remember what time I got there, but they let me go at about 4:30 in the morning. While I was there they gave me an IV with something for the pain (and gods know what else), and took some blood tests.
The final diagnosis was "colitis" which, best I can tell, means "your abdomen hurts and we don't know why." Between the pain killers and other things, I was able to sleep, and though my tummy was sensitive for days, the pain went away. The did notice that my "liver functions" were abnormal, alarmingly so, and suggested I get to my doctor as soon as possible.
Which I did. We had a nice little hepatitis scare, but it was all a false alarm. I am getting vaccinated for Hep A and B, but only because I'm in a high risk group -- I'm not monogamous. Anyway, at first I thought the tummy troubles were gone. But I've had several shorter recurring bouts over the past month.
I saw Dr. M again yesterday and told him about it. I expected a short appointment. I planned to go back to work afterwards. He poked and prodded and wasn't quite sure of what he found. He called over to the to the other medical building and found the cat scanner had a vacant slot. Right about the time I was planning to get back to the office, I found myself drinking about a liter of "contrast" and getting into a hospital gown.
I had a cat scan of my neck years ago. It was a simple procedure on a small machine. I was not ready for a huge metal donut about the size of my living room. Nor was I ready for the articulated arm that hung out of the ceiling looking like an alien laser, or the ... bag.
The odd arm ended up being the strangest IV I've ever had, and the bag, well, you know. I laid down on the bed and it levered me up and into the donut. My first thought was "Donut eats woman." There was a little window in the thing so I could watch as the magnets spun around in side and the whole machine gently rocked back and forth. It was unnerving.
They didn't find anything out of place. You might think that's good news, and maybe it is, but next week I've got an appointment with a gastroenterologist with a camera on a very long cord. Let's hope he doesn't find anything unexpected either.
