It Must be an Ulcer—Or Maybe it Could be Something Else
OK. So I haven't been here for a while. Well, I have a good excuse. At least I think it's a good excuse. I've been having numerous medical tests to determine why I am in pain. My gall bladder has been ruled out. So now we're checking for ulcers.
I have been turned upside down, spun, probed, and pricked—and not necessarily in that order. I've been asked to lay face up. I've been asked to lay face down—sort of like my honeymoon. The other day a nurse was putting an IV in my hand, and she said, "OK, how's that?" I said, "About as good as having a needle stuck in your hand could be, I guess." I know she wasn't trying to hurt me, but I still have a bruise on the back of my hand.
This morning I had to drink barium all while being photographed—internally. I did get to see my guts though. And that was pretty cool. I got to watch what it looks like when I'm swallowing. I saw my stomach and small intestine. And my stomach is a lot smaller than I thought it would be—surprisingly. I couldn't tell if I have ulcers or not. I'll leave that to the radiologists.
I'm getting to know the staff at Mon General's radiology department pretty well. Maybe we'll vacation together this year—not.
I am looking forward to feeling better. I'm really sick of all of this. I want to get back to the gym. I just want to be well.
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