Subscribe to this blog's feedI made it back from my appointment with the liver specialist. Of course when you go to doctors now a days, it seems you always meet an intern first. I began to feel like a contestant on a game show. Now what shall I call it? Not sure what to call it but I felt like I was part of a speed round with questions like--- What are the medicines you are taking? And since I am proactive when it comes to my health, I fired the answers back at him. Maybe a little too fast for Junior because he asked, "What was the one after Atripla?" And I answered back sweetly, "Uh, that would be Ziagen" and I began spelling it for him. Then he went on to tell me that they were waiting for the results of my cat scan to be faxed over and that the doctor would be with me shortly. And out the door he went. Not a minute later, Junior was back with another question, "What was your last cd4 count?" You're going to have to do better than that Sunshine, if you're going to try to stump me. I politely smiled and said, "401 in February". This was beginning to be fun and it did cause me to relax a little. Back out the door went Junior.
A few minutes passed and Junior was back again but this time with a wicked little grin on his face. He went on to tell me that they needed to do a quick little test to check for something, I forget what it was called. What stuck with me was the fact that the test consisted of him sticking his finger up my ass.Or there was option B which consisted of me mailing them in a stool sample. Payback was a bitch and Junior got his because I was not with sending feces through the mail. I had to admit, Junior won me over even though his finger was in my ass. And it was over before I had a chance to complain. He was gone again.
When he returned, he had the specialist with him who indeed had me stumped with all the medical jargon he was using. All I understood was that I needed to get a sonogram done of my liver and gallbladder as well as a colonoscopy done. Junior must've relayed my fears about a biopsy being done because the specialist made a joke about he'll be in and out before I knew it. Did I mention I was not amused by his joke, not that it mattered because he was gone before I could even ask a question. It was just me and Junior again. So I asked him to explain to me what the specialist had said which was, the cat scan showed some type of thickness on my intestinal wall along with a shadow of something. What they are not sure of yet which is why they want to do the colonoscopy. But they also want to do the sonogram to check my gallbladder and liver to see what the lump is I am feeling. When Junior checked me, he couldn't feel any lumps and in a polite kind of way, hinted that it may be fat that has accumulated. I think Junior was just trying to get me back for that humiliation I handed him during our game show speed round.
The sonograms are scheduled for next week sometime and the colonoscopy is scheduled for June 5th. Let the games begin.....
Comments (8)
Sorry to hear about what you are going through. I just want to know why you assume the intern (or Junior as you refer to him) was humiliated by you knowing your own medical history. I think it is great that you are very informed when it comes to your own health but it is his job to ask you the questions.
Posted by Chance | April 30, 2008 8:31 PM
Posted on April 30, 2008 20:31
Chance--
Maybe "humiliate" was the wrong word to use. I was going for humor in this entry. Even though Junior was expected to ask me the questions that I mentioned, it was actually like he expected me not to know the answers to his questions. I guess you didn't see the humor but then you had to be there, I suppose.
Posted by Michelle | April 30, 2008 9:30 PM
Posted on April 30, 2008 21:30
Oh, I totally understand! I'm sorry for not catching that. I still hope that you are holding up well and best of luck next week for your other tests.
Posted by Chance | May 1, 2008 6:14 AM
Posted on May 1, 2008 06:14
dont know how old you are but everyone around 50 should have a colonoscopy. They are no big deal. My wife was having some problems and her drs told her to get one. I took her in last week. We got there and the Dr. delayed her deal from 10am till 1pm! I flipped out. Can you imagine no water or food for over 24 hrs and then they delay you! So we went shopping and spent several hundred dollars. A very expensive colonoscopy.
Can you think of any other business where the customer is treated in such a fashion and the customer has no recourse? I cant. They put her out and she didnt feel a thing.
If its any consolation I havent seen a real Dr. in at least 6 years, its always an assistant.
Posted by jack | May 1, 2008 7:25 AM
Posted on May 1, 2008 07:25
Chance-- I am holding up to the best of my ability. And when you spot me using humor in regards to what is going on in my life then I am trying to make the most of the situation. I don't expect you to know that but just saying...
Jack-- Oh no, I am no where near 50 yet. I am on 39 years old. Sorry that your wife had to wait even longer but the up side is that she got a shopping spree out of it. Now where can I find a man who is gonna take me shopping after or before a procedure. If I got that kind of treatment, I wouldn't mind getting procedures done...*LOL*
Posted by Michelle | May 1, 2008 11:10 AM
Posted on May 1, 2008 11:10
well you did have a man go to lunch with you on that day . I was there and I looked I have one I I'm man lol a gay man but i did get you lunch. And jack I don't know but I think wen they get like 50 they don't remember things lol i have known her for a long time you mite be right she wont tell me her age lol . well im in trubel got to go dont tell jeff
Posted by jeff | May 1, 2008 7:44 PM
Posted on May 1, 2008 19:44
Jeff---
Ok since you brought it up, do I get a free lunch every time you take to a doctor's appointment? I do have another appointment coming up, I'll be sure to call you on that...*LOL* Seriously, I do on Monday.
And isn't it something that a gay man had to take me to lunch? At least I didn't have to worry about you wanting any ass afterwards...*LOL* But you know there isn't much to choose from around here. No one believes me when I say that, will you please confirm it for me?
And I am one Queen who never lies about her age, I am 39 born in '69, next time you come over Jeff, I am going to show you my birth certificate, smart ass. And you bet your ass you're in trouble, buddy!!!!!
Posted by Michelle | May 1, 2008 9:32 PM
Posted on May 1, 2008 21:32
Michelle, don't feel bad. Whenever a man takes me out to eat, it's my best gay friend as well. What to do, what to do.
Posted by Betty | May 8, 2008 8:22 AM
Posted on May 8, 2008 08:22