So… After two horrific nights of excruciating pain, I went to the doctor and a scan was ordered. I’m not a big fan of stuff like that, mainly because it’s usually so damned expensive even after insurance has had their say. But I’m even less of a fan of unknown and dreadfully uncomfortable ailments that could, or could not be, something ugly and serious.
The doctor threw around words like diverticulitis, cysts, and a few others that I cannot remember or spell even if I could remember them. Unpleasant words that had to be eliminated by me going for a scan.
I’ve driven over this cliff before, and I hated it. Barium drink is some of the nastiest stuff. Oh, they flavor it with something that makes it taste similar to a tropical drink, but there’s not a whole lot they can do about the thick, chalkiness.
Even better, I have a sensitivity to the contrast dye they inject into the veins, so that was a lovely experience as well. Actually, the loveliest part of that experience was sitting around until the tech was satisfied that I wasn’t going to drop dead on her watch. I would have preferred to just leave.
However, thanks to today’s technology, I was able to get the results back this afternoon. I have an 8mm kidney stone that is attempting to kill me as it leaves. Also, there are cysts on both kidneys, but I’m not sure what that means, so I guess I’ll have to wait for the good doctor to explain it all to me.
But, it’s not serious, and for that I am thankful.