I Can't Believe This
I know I haven't been around, but I do have a good excuse. I have pneumonia. And what a time I've had trying to get that figured out. Three doctors--my regular doctor, an emergency room physician, and a surgeon couldn't figure out how to put Kathy back together again. And the doctors were in addition to the radiologists, nurses, attendants, and administrators that I've already spoken with--you know to promise, "Yes, I really do have insurance."
At the beginning of June I went to my doctor to discuss this pain I'd been having in my right side for months now--except now it was getting worse. Every doctor I saw immediately zeroed in on my being a 50-year-old fat woman. So of course, it had to be my gall bladder. I was subjected to several tests. They showed nothing other how healthy I am.
OK. So what's causing the pain. "Well," my doctor says, "we'll need an upper GI to look at your stomach and small intestines for ulcers." Oh great. I get to drink barium.
This test showed I had a mild hiatal hernia--not the huge hernia I was assured that I had and need surgery for. But a mild hernia. Nothing worth getting upset about. So now I'm sent for a CT Scan. More barium. Yum.
Now the thing with all of this is not so much that all of it was done and whether it was actually necessary, but the thing was I had to wait a week between doctors and tests. It took over a month to figure out that I have pneumonia. I'm still stunned.
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