You're supposed to guess which ones are true and which ones are false, i'll wait about 2 weeks to give everyone a chance to respond, then i'll give ya'll the corrrect answers.
1. I grew up in the same house from birth till high school graduation... and i only live 20 miles from there now.
2. I had perfect attendance all the way thru 12 years of school and 10 years at Sunday School/Church.
3. I prefer silver over gold; black over white; blue over green.
4. I love fruit, chewing gum and beer.
5. I'm 4 of 7 siblings.
6. My maternal grandad absolutely astonished me when he told me - "you know how people like to wiggle and dance around when they hear music? I've never felt that urge in my whole life, i don't like any music, it's all racket to me."
7. My measurements are 38-26-36 and i weigh less now than when i was a high school senior.
8. My dad and i hobo'd a freight train a few years before he died. We hopped on in our hometown and rode 60 miles to the next big city where my mom was waiting with the car to take us back home.
9. When my boyfriend started running around every night, and left me for another woman, i was so enraged, that before he came back for the rest of his stuff, i took scissors and cut a huge hole in the back of all his undershorts. I figured if he wanted to show his ass all over town, i'd help him.
10. I call all my boyfriends Bob. I can get away with it by telling them it's a nickname that stands for Best Of Best. But it's really so if i holler out OH BOB! during hot sex, i won't get into trouble for calling out some other man's name. I'm bad at remembering names.
One of my favorite ways to relax after a hectic, noisy day is writing down names and creating words from the letters. I've read you can tell alot about a person and their destiny that way. But mainly it's just a whole lot of fun.
I've been working on and off with my own name for a long time, which was my married name i kept after the divorce for my childrens sake, to keep some semblance of family.
However a few nights ago, i wondered about using my maiden name. I now have about three pages of animals, colors, names, numbers, occupations, words, all derived from my full maiden birth name and let me tell ya....it's SHOCKING!! (I'm only going to share the nice words with you...if you saw the nasty words, you'd probably never speak to me again ;-)
These are the letters in alphbetical order.
AA B CC D EE HH LL NNN OOO RR T W Y
My birth mothers name AND her maiden name, her first married last name and her current married name are all in there!
But wait there's more...a whole lot more!
In there is also my Boss's first and last name! his nickname, his youngest daughter (which shows up in BOTH our names),
my nickname as i was growing up; all three of my childrens first names; my uncle and his youngest daughter; my grandad; my youngest brother; my ex-husbands middle name; my oldest girlfriend; and many more, including the names of guys i've had crushes on.
the city of - Boca Raton;
colors - brown, cyan, red, tan, teal, yellow, which are all my favorites;
the numbers - one, two, three, ten, and my favorite one-o-one (which are the first three numbers of my birthdate);
animals - ant, antler, bat, cat, cow, lab, nanny, owl, rat, whale, barn, barnyard, ranch;
body parts - ear, earache, eye, eyeball, hand, head, headache;
Thank you all for inquiring, I apologize for taking so long. I had an appointment yesterday for a pulmonary test, (for chronic shortness of breath at exertion) but had to reschedule it for Oct 21, due to a massive migraine. I was going to do my update after getting the results of that but Oct. is too long to keep ya'll waiting.
Well, good news first....
the MRI shows no sign of cancer, cyst, or stone! UNbelievable! I attribute this miracle to all the prayers and positive energy you all have so very sweetly and generously shared with me. I definitely believe in the power of prayer and Divine Intervention.
Which leaves the question of WHY did all this happen, as i also believe that everything happens for a reason.
The message that keeps coming thru to me is this... the message is that this was a learning experience to help me in my lifes work of caregiving. As caregivers, we are not born knowing everything about the subject and have a lot of learning to do no matter how long we've been at it. Being a caregiver requires a tremendous amount of both medical knowledge and patience. The experience of this summer will help me in the future just when needed the most.
This has been the roughest summer of my life, one that i can appreciate for the wisdom it brought me, but I never want to go thru another one like it again.
Now for the not-so-cheery news...
The MRI still shows atrophy of the the kidney and that it is misshapened. I asked my doctor if that could be causing the pain, and she said she didn't think so. She also said there are no more tests or procedures they can do to find out what the problem is. If i had regular insurance, i would most definitely go to someone else for a second opinion, something i highly encourage you to do if needed. However, i'm a patient with a local low-income-clinic and can't afford to go out and find a second opinion on my own.
Soooooo.... After all this, i still don't know what the problem is but am blessed to know it isn't cancer or anything else life-threatening.
But the pain continues, as does the shortness of breath. Everything i drink (even water) feels like sandpaper going thru my system. She prescribed mild pain pills which i only take occasionally, as they make me lethargic, which i can't be since i have to be alert and on my toes for Boss.
Soooooo.... until anything major happens i am getting off of this journey and getting back to my life. I have a lot of catching up to do!
I want to thank all of you for being here for me thru out this frightening ordeal, i truly don't think i could have survived it without your wonderful love and support. ♥
After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a 'gripe sheet,' which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.
Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.
By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident.
P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough. S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.
P: Something loose in cockpit. S: Something tightened in cockpit.
P: Dead bugs on windshield. S: Live bugs on back-order.
P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent. S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. S: Evidence removed.
P: DME volume unbelievably loud. S: DME volume set to more believable level.
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. S: That's what friction locks are for.
P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode. S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.
P: Suspected crack in windshield. S: Suspect you're right.
P: Number 3 engine missing. S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.
P: Aircraft handles funny. S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious.
P: Target radar hums. S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.
P: Mouse in cockpit. S: Cat installed.
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel, sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. S: Took hammer away from midget.
I hope that has left you with a smile on your face and ready to start the new month ahead.
Again, i urge you, if you see something in here that you or someone you know are experiencing, please get help, don't procrastinate.
Thu. 8/7/08, Finally my doctors appointment. She read me the results of the CTScan, we talked about a few more minor issues, and she mentioned that she was sorry it had taken so long to get the MRI appointment "but we had to wait for your insurance company to pre-approve it"... I just looked at her with my poker-face not letting her know i knew she was partly lying...
you know what? it's hard to trust someone with your most delicate health issues when you KNOW they lie to you... makes one wonder what else she would try to cover up...
anyway, she renewed my pain prescription and said she wanted me back in two weeks. I asked her for a copy of the CTScan which she cheerfully provided. I asked her point blank "Would a cyst cause blood in the urine?" She was looking down and shook her head no, and said "No, it wouldn't" I asked her "So more than likely we are looking at cancer?" She looked up at me shaking her head yes and said simply "Yes", she seemed both relieved and surprised that i had come right out and brought up the subject of cancer... I told her "Don't feel like you have to tip-toe around my feelings with the word cancer...it runs in my family, and i'm ok with it" She asked some questions about my familys history with cancer and assured me that i'm not eat up with it like my aunt was, that mine is contained in the right kidney.
At the check out desk, the lady checked the computer and asked is 9/19 ok? At first, i said ok, but then realized what she'd said and told her heck no it isn't ok, my doctor wants me back in two weeks - not six weeks!!! She said well i'm sorry but theres nothing available till then. I leaned over the counter and whispered to her "ma'am, i may have kidney cancer, i don't have six weeks to wait...look again" so she did, and then gave me 9/04 at 1:00p.m. told her i'd take it and i left wondering why wouldn't she give me the 9/04 to begin with?
Later at home, i look over the CTScan results the doctor gave me. There is a stone 1.2 cm right in the middle of the right kidney; also a 2.3 cm mass (which my online research tells me is the size of stage 1 of cancer); and the kidney is atrophied (something my doctor didn't tell me)
Poor kidney, no wonder it hurts!
Fri. 8/15/08, FINALLY the day of the much awaited MRI. As i lay down on the tubeytable, the tech came up and said "were going to put an IV in your arm for contrast"... i bolted straight up and told her right quick, NO! i'm deathly allergic to iodine! this was suppose to be without contrast! She assured me it wasn't iodine, that i'd be fine. She pulled the rubber tube around my arm nearly severing my arm in two...gawd it hurt!!! needle prick, then her rolling the tip of it around in vain trying to hit the vein. said she'd try a different spot... oh no, not another prick, she moves down to my hand, i'm thinking good, surely this spot won't hurt as bad ...I THUNK WRONG! OWWWEEE! With my head turned to the wall not watching her, i'm feeling like such a big baby, nearly with tears in my eyes over this minor pain, when so many people are suffering such worse pain, pain that will more than likely be mine further down the road on this mystery journey... if i can't hardly handle this, what in the world will i do when the going gets REALLY rough? and so begins my journey...i wished i'd brought my camera in so the tech could get a picture of this momentous moment for me. The contrast made me sick as a dog.
I had been holding off getting my pain pills refilled..trying to tough it out for as long as possible. Don't want to sleep away whats left of my life....know what i mean? But i knew as i headed to my truck the time had come. So off to Wal-mart to get them. Handing the prescription to the pharmacist, she told me it would be two hours. TWO HOURS??? WHAT? I looked around and i was the only person in there..it was only 10:30 a.m. I knew i didn't have enough gas to drive all the way home and back again, so i told her ok, i'll walk around and wait. Normally i LIVE to shop at Wal-mart, which i get to do maybe every third month. But this time i was getting sicker, and more painful as i walked and couldn't find any joy at all in windowshopping. I did manage to find a really cute purse i've been needing, at a great price. I mosied back to the pharmacy which now had a long, long line waiting to pick up their meds. I was about to faint by this time. When i finally got up to the counter, i was told it wasn't ready, there was some kind of problem, they had to call my doctor, left a message, and she hadn't returned the call yet.
you...have...got...to..be...freakin...kidding!
I sat down on a bench close by and waitied. Several people in there said they were told theirs would only take a few hours and it was three days before they got them! I couldn't believe they didn't call me over the intercom to call me back there to let me know there was a problem...oh no...they made me drag my sick, weary self around that darn store for TWO hours. I just couldn't wait forever so i left, as i told them i'd have to come back later. I called the next morning, was put on hold for 36 minutes, hung up and called back, put on hold 18 more minutes. Hung up without ever getting to talk with the pharmacist.
GGGRRRrrrrrrr........
Two days later Boss and i went to town and stopped by Wal-mart to check on my prescription. It still wasn't ready! I pleaded with the pharmacist for help, she picked up the phone, called the doctor again, talked with the triage nurse and got the confusion cleared up about my prescription. [my doctor had upped the dosage to 100 mg, but the pharmacy only carries 100mgs in extended release and the prescription didn't have on it extended-release. Told her i didn't want that anyway since i have to split/crush my pills anyway. She said the non-extended are only 50mg, so i told her i'll take those, thats fine with me. The nurse on the phone agreed and i was soon walking out with my medicine.] And yes, they are making me awful sleepy...but at least i'm not in pain now.
I also did some more online research and found out that not only will a kidney stone cause blood in the urine, but so will a cyst, which my doctor said wouldn't! [she's a young, doctor-wanna-be student...what does she know anyway!] :-) Reading that really lifted my heavy, numb heart back up to the land of the living. I feel hopeful now.
Mon. 8/18/08, My heart doctor appointment was today, but Boss's and my yearly eye exams are this morning, so i called and canceled my heart appt. Tue. 8/19/08, Heart doctor office called and set my appt for next Mon on the 25th. darn, was kinda hoping i'd slip out of going there at all.
Fri. 8/22/08, Today is one week since the MRI, and no word from my doctor. I called up there to talk with the nurse, and she told me that if there's nothing to worry about then the doc will send me a card in the mail... if there is a problem she'll call me to discuss it..... Well, i haven't received a card or a call.... more waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting....
Meanwhile i have a real sweet cousin i talk with weekly on the phone who has been calling me daily sometimes several times asking if i've heard anything yet...she's about to drive me crazy!
Again, i urge you, if you see any symptoms in here that you or someone you know are experiencing, please get help, don't procrastinate.
July 2008 first week= shortness of breath and pain continue.
Sunday 7/06/08, While in the kitchen, my right flank and back was hurting so bad, when the weirdest pain i've ever felt moved from my spine over to my right kidney. I went over to the computer, spending a couple hours online, till i felt the need to go to the bathroom. After peeing, when i reached back to flush the toilet i was shocked to see it was full of blood - dark like mohagany.
uh-oh....
Ten more days till my doctors appointment, what should i do?...this is serious. Got online and googled blood in urine. Only thing i could find was something about if theres alot of blood, its from the bladder and tiny amount of blood comes from higher up in the kidney. But i don't hurt at all in the bladder, the kidney is in agony.
Later today, while reading the sunday paper, in the Parade, there's an article by a doctor, that tells how he had one episode of blood in his urine, no other symptoms, and when he had it checked out, he had cancer in his kidney that had been in there growing for 15 years! His kidney was removed, he was treated and is fine now.
I was dumbfounded...cancer???!! One episode of blood in the urine??!! Am getting very worried now...
Wed 7/16/08, FINALLY my appointment with my regular doctor. Gave her urine sample and she came back telling me there was blood in it. Will set up a CTScan; gave me prescription for tramadol, a very liteweight non-narcotic pain reliever. She's also concerned about the shortness of breath and wants to send me to a cardiologist. Neither of us mentions the word cancer.
At least theres a silver lining in this cloud...my weight is melting off of me without my even trying to lose...at the rate of half a pound daily! yay! 40 more and i'll be deliriously happy!
Fri 7/18/08, Went in at noon for CTScan.
Sun 7/20/08, Boss and I went to the chinese restaurant to eat supper. I love getting a fortune cookie and normally can't wait to open them. But for some unknown reason this time we put them in our pockets and went home.
Mon 7/21/08, We remembered the cookies and i held them out for Boss to pick which one he wanted. I opened mine, and a shiver went down my spine. It said YOUR LUCK HAS BEEN COMPLETELY CHANGED TODAY. I stared at it and finally chuckled out loud as i read it to Boss, because it doesn't say if my luck changed for good or bad. It seems like an ominous warning...
Tues 7/22/08, This past sunday there was a death in Boss's extended family. We were sitting around discussing the trip down there for the visitation today and funeral tomorrow. I told him i didn't think my kidneys could handle the trip. A little while later he said the strangest thing - "We will be tested tomorrow, yep we will be tested" Another chill went down my back as i listened to him and having a gut feeling that this too was an ominous warning, a prophetic statement ... not about the funeral but about my health issues.
Wed 7/23/08, This morning my doctor called with the results of the CTScan. "There is a small stone inside the right kidney, but we won't worry about that right now, because there's also a mass in the kidney, it may be a cyst or it may be something else"
oh dear....
She called back later telling me she'd set me up for a contrast CTScan to get a better look at the mass. I asked her "You do know i'm allergic to iodine, don't you?" Dead silence and then "No, i didn't"
[well duh...it's right there in bold letters on all my paperwork in my chart]
"Well then we'll go with an MRI, it'll be even more accurate and they won't have to use contrast, I'll call you back and let you know when it will be"
ok, fine....
So i waited the rest of the day, all day Thursday, all day Friday with no word from her. GRRrrrrrr.... I'm scared, nervous, hurting and i knew i wouldn't hear from her over the weekend. It was a looooong weekend.
Sat. 7/26/08 An envelope came in the mail from my doctor with an appointment card to the cardiologist for 8/18; a prescription for 1000mcg of vit B-12, and the results of my cholesterol [still not good despite vegan diet] ... and NOT A FREAKING WORD ABOUT THE MRI!!!
Mon 7/28/08, Still no word from doc, so i called up there and spoke to the referral nurse. Said she'd check into it and have some guy call me.
He did...
He said the doc HADN'T EVEN PUT IN THE WORK ORDER FOR THE DARN MRI!!! Said he'd put a note on my chart, place it on her desk, and have her call me. Which she never did....WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON???!
Meanwhile after 15 pounds i've stopped losing weight, mainly because i'm constipated. My back, right flank, and under my right ear hurt like H*LL! The pain pills aren't really helping so i've stepped up my dosage from one pill three times a day to two pills four times a day. Hey, i'm in agony here folks. I'm so tired. Tired of hurting, of being afraid, of waiting, waiting, waiting. I guess i AM being tested like Boss predicted.
My aunt died at my age from cancer (she was eat up with it), and my 36 yr old sister died just six weeks after her pancreatic cancer was found. I don't understand what i did wrong. I eat well, don't smoke, stay active, live a clean life, what did i do wrong??? I understand that God is no respecter of persons, especially when it comes to cancer - 8 month old babies to 80 year old men get it, even die from it. For some it's a bump in the road of their lifes journey, for some it's the end of the road. I just have to put on my big-girl-britches and deal with it best i can. But still, i wonder why me, why now - in the prime of my life?
Tue 7/29/08, Today is one month since this hell began! I feel like i'm running out of time, with so many things i need to take care, people i want to see one last time, wrongs i want to right. I'm just so anxious to get things moving, it feels like i'm in limbo, trying to walk a shaky barb-wire tightrope in the dark all alone, yet knowing Jesus is waiting for me on the other end. Please be with me Jesus and angels as i travel this journey. Help me to focus on the silver linings. I want to go to Heaven, i just don't want to die to get there :-( I'm worried about Boss, what will happen to him if i'm gone? Will he stand beside me the way i've stood beside him in his own cancer ordeal? He's told me several times that if anything happened to me he'd put me straight into a nursing home because he's too old to take care of me...that scares me. What about my beloved dogs? What would become of them? What about all my stuff? I have a rental storage unit that i need to purge and some things i want to sell. I've given away so much of my things over the years that i'm tired of it, i need some money but will i have the strength and time to take care of all this? The dirt road just got completed being paved so now will be a good time for a yardsale soon as the weather cools off some. My strength isn't a fraction of what it normally is, but as i can, i'm purging stuff here at the farm and cleaning corners that haven't been cleaned in years, getting ready for whatever comes.
My overdue book fine at the library is getting astronomical, i have GOT to dig out all the books and get them returned...normally i can't get enough of reading, i absolutely LOVE reading, but now, it's just a chore. I don't even feel well enough to get dressed and drive down to the library. ....Eventually this to-do gets done...
Thu. 7/31/08, Still no word about the MRI, so i call the referral nurse again, this time she tells me the work order was finally put in and now they are waiting for the clinic to 'precert' (pre-approve) it. Thank God!
Tweety, born 08/16/08-died 08/21/08, a quarter beside him to show how tiny he was.
On Aug 20 2008 i met the love of my life...Tweety... a 3 day old newborn silkie chicken. Don't know if he was a male or female. I went out to feed the chickens and he was in the water trough thrashing and drowning. I grabbed a shovel and lifted him out and carried him over to his mama. He was soaking wet and couldn't stand up, but as his mama walked over to him, i walked away to get the feed ready. I got to thinking maybe i should have placed him in her nest where he would be safer and warmer. I walked back to him and a silkie rooster had the baby in his mouth running all over the place. I couldn't catch him, but another red chicken or rooster grabbed the baby and was slinging his back and forth the way a dog does a toy. I was horrified. I hit the darn rooster with something, making him drop the baby and i scooped it up quickly. I placed it up high in a safe place and kept encouraging it to breath and don't go to sleep. Every time i walked by him i'd gently jostle him to keep him awake. After feeding the animals, i took the baby inside the house and examined him. I rinsed him under lukewarm water to wash away the mud. I was sickened to see the roosters had ripped his left side and messed up his left leg. I wrapped him in a clean towel to dry and held him close to my heart while rocking him in my rocking chair. He quieted down and seemed to enjoy the attention. I made a bed for him out of a white wicker basket and towels. I placed a heat pad on low under the towels to keep him warm. I didn't know what in the world to put on his wound. Using a coke bottle cap for a water bowl i offered him water and he seemed to be telling me "hey lady don't you think i've swallowed enough water for one day?" that night he slept well waking about every 2 hours for water. The next day he had already gotten used to me and would holler whenever he woke up and i wasn't there, or when i'd hold him and put him down in his bed. Soon as i picked him up he'd tweeter and squeak so happily. All day i devoted my time to him, encouraging him to drink, eat and move around. He tweetered so sweetly ALL DAY long, and was getting so much stronger by the hour that i thought maybe 2 or 3 more days and i'll try to put him back out with his mama but in a safe pen where the other monster-roosters & chickens couldn't get to him. If his mama rejected him, i was fully prepared to hand raise the adorable little fella. Silkies are beautiful petite chickens with fur instead of feathers. His mama is all white and we've had black ones a long time ago and now we have some that are mixed with something else. Since Tweety was a gorgeous shade of mink brown, i guess you could say he was a mutt of the chicken world. But he was gorgeous! And the sweetest most loving fella in the world...he took to me instantly wanting only to curl up in the palm of my hand or my neck. He was only the size of a small egg and probably didn't even weigh an ounce. Things were humming along just great except for him turning up his nose at the chick-starter feed. I even tried mixing it in his water but he turned his nose up at that too. He wanted his water plain and simple. Then that night when i tucked him into bed, i turned the heat pad up to high for a few minutes then down on low so it wouldn't hurt him. He slept so soundly i was worried about him and checked his breathing a couple of times. He seemed to be ok. Next morning (yesterday) he woke up at 6 a.m. wanting me or his mama. I tried to get him to drink his water and eat and he turned his nose up at both.
uh-oh...
I rocked him on my chest and he scampered up to my neck curling up in a ball snuggling there for a long while. Later i had to clean the kitchen so i put him in another basket and set him on the counter where he could watch me but he wanted to sleep. I was making so much noise i don't see how he could sleep so i tucked him gently into his other bed. At 3:55 p.m. i went in to check on him .....and he was .... dead. I was shocked because he was doing SOOOO well, had so much spunk, such a large strong spirit, i just couldn't comprehend that he was dead. Of course he refused to eat all day so there was something wrong. I feel like a total failure...i tried to help this teeny tiny helpless baby to live and grow and now he was dead. In some ways i was surprised he made it as far as he did considering his ordeal. And i have the consolation of knowing he died peacefully surrounded by love instead of being drowned or mutilated by the other chickens. This tiniest of creatures to ever enter my life clearly loved and trusted me unconditionally....like he KNEW i was the one who rescued him and he was totally appreciative.... and some how i let him down. I feel like someone has ripped my guts right out of me leaving the biggest void inside.
Rest in peace my precious beloved baby, i miss you...
I finally have some strength to tell ya'll what's been happening and if any of you or your loved ones see symptoms in here similar to what you are experiencing, i'm encouraging you to seek medical attention asap.
Life was humming along nicely until the following events started on June 29th, 2008.
June 29 '08 = I had a bad backache all day and then also an aching pain started in my right kidney and kidney tube (correct word= ureter, but i prefer tube)
June 30 '08 = Today started out with agonizing pain in right kidney and tube. The ache yesterday has turned into sharp, breathtaking pain, punctuated with laser-beam sharp, unbearable spasms of pain every few minutes right in the middle of the kidney. I called my doctors office to see if i should go there or to the ER or what. I was told if i could get there within 30 minutes they would work me in to be seen by a PA. Boss drove me there. Not long before we left i'd already used the bathroom, and knowing they would want a urine sample i took a large glass of water with me to sip on so i'd be able to give them a sample. When we arrived we had to wait for over half an hour, before they took me in to the back. When the triage nurse weighed me i was shocked to see i'd lost 3 pounds since yesterday, without even trying. Since i'd just drank the water my urine sample was clear and showed no signs of trouble. Two xrays also came back clear. The PA told me i had classic symptoms of kidney stones, but since the tests were both negative he couldn't give me anything for pain!
YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!
I've given birth three times and i don't remember it hurting this bad. In fact it feels like i'm giving birth thru my kidney and tube right now. The PA said he thought it must be my gallbladder and for me to go to the ER. Boss and I had been there for two and half hours with me in the worst pain of my life ... i knew he would be really tired and ready to go home and i was totally, completely exhausted. It felt like i was trapped in a tiny cage with a wild animal that had bitten down on my side and wouldn't let go. I was as drained as if i HAD been fighting a wild animal all day. I just didn't have any strength to go and wait for several more hours in the ER. I told the PA, no, enough is enough, i'm going home. As we walked out i had a meltdown, asking him "isn't there ANTHING you can give me for the pain?"
His reply infuriated me.
"well, if it was your kidney i could give you something to knock you out, but since it isn't your kidney i can't. blah-blah-blah"
I know the difference between my gallbladder and my kidney... this is DEFINITELY the kidney.
Boss and i came home, i took an ibuprofen, ate a tiny bite and went to bed. Next day, i was extremely weak and in pain, but the wild animal had loosened his grip on me. The phone rang and a nurse from the doctors office asked me why i didn't go to the ER as the PA had told me to. I told her as politely as i could, leaving my rage at the PA out of the conversation and my voice. I told her to just make me an appointment with my regular doctor, and i'd tough it out till then.
In retrospect, if i'd known how the system was going to drag-ass around, i would have gone on to the ER, and hopefully been much further down the road to treatment by now.
Thats enough for now...stay tuned...the journey continues...
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