Allow me to fill you in on what's been going on, while I vent...because if I don't, I just might sit here and cry.
On Wednesday I finally had my ultrasound appointment that was supposed to show if my gallbladder had crapped the bed on me or not. I couldn't wait for this day to arrive. I was ready for some answers!
I was in there for over an hour. The technician took a bunch of pics, left the room, and came back only to do it all over again.
She told me the Radiologist was unable to see what he needed to see.
She took all the shots again, and some more for good measure, and sent me on my way. She told me they would be in touch.
The next day I get a call from my SURGEON...HE actually called me his cute self, and not a secretary or nurse.
He told me he spoke to the radiologist and he was NOT HAPPY.
Um, what's up?
Apparently, this Radiologist claims that he was completely unable to find the gallbladder!
My docs exact words...
"In all my years of practicing, I have never heard of not being able to find the gallbladder, unless of course it had already been surgically removed!".
Being that my surgeon is in Illinois, and I am now in Wisconsin, he's frustrated. He knows all the Radiologists in his area, and obviously doesn't know what kind of quacks he's dealing with here, only receiving information over the phone.
He cannot in good faith just go in and remove my gallbladder without a definitive diagnosis. Even though I'm exhibiting all the symptoms, he needs to see what's going on in there.
I need more tests.
He wants me to go for a very fancy pants (and very expensive) MRI, done on a special machine, with contrast dye.
OF COURSE, that sort of scan can only be done at certain times, and at a specific location, so once again I have to wait.
They can't get me in until Wednesday.
Have I mentioned that I haven't eaten solid food in almost a month?
Yeah, that's fun.
I will be back in Illinois next weekend so my surgeon is holding a spot on his schedule for Friday morning, assuming I need surgery. That means those results better be ready and faxed immediately if I have any hopes of getting this thing out of me!
I'm tired. I want answers. I want food!
I haven't eaten red meat in more than 20 years but right now I'd eat a burger if I could.
Mother's day is going to suck.
I can't eat. The family wants to take me out. Where the hell could I go?
"Um, could you just bring me a bowl of chicken broth please?". I don't think so.
I've requested a Mother's Day do-over once things are back to normal. I wonder if things will ever be back to normal. Will I ever eat again?
All this waiting is causing more distress because now I sit here thinking about things like...If it isn't my gallbladder, then what could it be? Cancer?
So, that's what has been going on in my life lately. Sorry to be Debbie Downer here.
I'll keep you posted about the MRI as soon as I know the results.
Have a good weekend.