And Then I Ended Up In The ER

My, what a lovely shot of my feet.

Have you ever been going along fine in your life, take a nap, and then wake up with a pain in your right side like you have trapped gas?  What?  You don't.  Ok, never mind.

I am not one to just go to a doctor.  I figure if it's "trapped gas", it will work itself out sooner or later.  I got said gas on a Tuesday.  Dealt with it,  sometimes it was worse other times it was better.  Friday comes along.  My darling daughter comes to talk to me.  I'm having a bad moment.  She of course is all concerned (gosh, I raised her well), and asks me if I'm ok.  I said I was fine.  Then she says the words I will never in my life forget.....

"I'm going to go tell dad"

Noooooooooooo.   She is pulling the I'm telling dad card on me!!!!!!  What the!!!!  They make me call my doctor, who tells me to "get yourself to the emergency room honey bunny".  Yeah, cuz she is cool like that.

This is where the fun and excitement begins.  Mr Dazee decides that I deserve to be taken to the newest hospital in the city.  They have like 100 emergency rooms.  The problem is, I don't think they have that many doctors.  But I digress.  We get there at 5:30 pm.  They take my name and tell us to wait.  We go into the crowded room and wait, and wait, and wait.  Lady sits down next to us and continues to barf.  Joy.  They finally call my name.  Get me registered and tell us to go sit in the other part of the waiting area.  Another person calls me in and gets all the info, "why are you here", blah, blah, blah.  Sends us back out to the waiting room.  Eight o'clock comes.  We are still sitting in the waiting area.  A nurse comes out and says, it could be another 2 hour wait.  What the......  Mr Dazee calls the hospital, THAT IS CLOSEST TO OUR HOUSE, and is also pretty new.  Much to our surprise, there is no one in the waiting room.  

Needless to say, we go there, I get right in.  We are put into the room, where I'm asked to get rid of my clothes, because, well, I think they just like naked bodies, and we wait.  FINALLY, Doogie Howser, the doctor comes into the room.  He is going to come back and do an ultrasound of my gallbladder.  S.a.w.e.e.t.....  We wait.  

Now, when you are having a pain in the whole right side of your body, and they stick the ultrasound thingy on your body, it hurts.  Damn him.  Finally gets done and says, "well you have some "old" gallstones, but when I push on your gallbladder you don't have pain.  It's in a different area.  We are going to have to send you in for a CT Scan".  I at this time start seeing and hearing the money machine start to cha-ching.  Get all that done, wait for Doogie to come back in and tell us all the results.

I have some issues peeps.  My liver thinks it has been an alcohlic or intravenous drug user.  But alas, having diabetes also causes your liver to think that way.  Apparently, I'm going to need a biopsy to see what is really going on.  Oh, and as Doogie said when he walked in the room, you have a small cyst on your kidney.  Whilst thinking small as in maybe the size of a quarter, he shows us with his hand the a shape like an avacado.  Small my butt.  Even the CT report that we got a copy of from the Radiologist called it a large cyst.  Oh Doogie, you are a silly, silly man.  

So all in all, I guess my daughter "telling" on me was good.  Except now, my family doesn't believe me when I say I'm feeling good.  I get the "what is your pain level" question everyday from each of them.  

I usually don't like people to know what ails me.  But I promised a reason behind the photo.  

Now, I'm on my way to have a word with mother nature.  It was raining, but alas it has now turned to snow.  The witch.