On March 11, 2010, in Uncategorized, by Andrea


Okay, so it’s been a crap ass couple of days.  Starting on Tuesday morning, I had the pain to end all pain.  Followed Wednesday with an EGD that set off a migraine that would not die.  Thursday had another bout of OMGPLEASEKILLMENOWBECAUSETHISREALLYMOTHERFUCKINGHURTS pain, but let’s add driving in an unfamiliar city with my kids in the backseat?!?  After I could breathe again (about an hour of sitting in an unfamiliar parking lot in Cary, NC — hi anyone who may have seen me!!) I went to my doc’s office where they decided that I REALLY needed a CT TODAY.

And so, I had a CT with contrast this morning.  This entailed me drinking 1/2 of the bottle of barium you see above.  People asked me what it tasted like — and I can’t tell you.  I don’t know what it tasted like — which is kinda scary?  In any case, I had half early this morning and was both scared and surprised to note that I’ve recently reviewed a protein shake that was worse than this was (despite the fact that I couldn’t distinguish a flavor…  very bad news for the protein shake in question.)

Go to the hospital.  Realize that my insurance has changed since last year and while I have hit my deductible (yay for an EGD), I still have to pay 10% of the cost of my scan.  (Last year it would have been covered in full.)  But hey, if I pay it in full today, they will give me a 30% discount!  I could talk about how much I really wish for a national health care initiative here — because the people who think the government will fuck us over with insurance?  Come look at how my expensive private pay is already doing it.  But I digress.

Get into the lobby of radiology, asked if I’m diabetic.  “No, I’m hypoglycemic.”  ???  “It means that my blood sugar goes too low if I don’t eat and then I pass out.”  “I wonder if I need to get blood work on you.. do you take medicine?”  Resolved, find a place to sit in the overly packed waiting room.  I begin to finish the other 1/2 of my barium per instructions.

At  some point, a woman comes in to sit next to me while I’m waiting.  Keep in mind that I’ve already got a pounding head from the drugs from the EGD on Tuesday, no food in my stomach, and off my maintenance meds for my headaches.  This lady reeks of stale cigarette smoke.  Not fresh smoke — I might have handled that better — but stale sweat and cig smoke.

Yeah, you guessed it.

So I barely keep the barium down and as I leave the restroom, the tech is ready for me.  I ask about getting pictures of the scan — for which I am given quite the disapproving glare.  I mean — if there could be a way to bottle this and use it at home I would have.  But I insist for at least ME looking at them “But we can’t tell you anything about them”  Yeah, like I expected you to anyway.

Get the IV for the IV contrast — my poor widdle vein is going to crap out soon and head into the CT room.

Now — if you’ve never had a CT, this is no big deal.  It doesn’t hurt at all.  It’s a big machine that has a table you lie on that moves in and out of an open ring (no enclosed spaces at all) and it tells you to hold your breath and then to breath again.  They do a scan w/o contrast, then start the IV.  This is, by far, the worst part as it makes you feel flush all over, a bit dizzy, and like you’ve peed your pants.  Then a few more scans, and then you’re done.

I took a quick glance at the screen — but disappointed that I couldn’t tell anything — including the size of my pouchie.  I would be interested to see how big it is these days, yannow?  But no.  And then am whisked out.

I pick up lunch for us, come home, take meds for the head, and immediately pass out for 3 hours.

I didn’t hear anything back today — although I’m not shocked.  I expect maybe Monday — Tuesday at the latest.  I get my occipital nerve block on Monday, and have two other appointments on Tuesday.. and already have a follow up with the GI on Thursday so we’ll just have to wait and see at this point.

I’m not sure if I want to hear something or not.  Hearing something would mean bad things.  But it would mean they know what’s wrong with me.  So I’m kinda torn.

Despite all of this, the question has been asked — “You’re still for WLS even through all of this?”

I’m going to say yes — a qualified yes, though.

I’m for WLS as long as you don’t go into it blindly like I did.  As long as you realize that there are complications that could occur around any corner, that you have to be diligent with your supplements, that you have to do blood work often, that this sort of thing is common post-op.  Things that Beth goes through are a bit more rare, but ulcers and internal hernias are quite a bit more common post op and people need to be aware that these are very, very real possibilities that cannot be avoided.  We can avoid deficiencies by taking proper vitamins and watching out blood work like hawks.  But one can’t stop an intussusception or a hernia in Peterson’s Space.  Have WLS — but do so with your eyes open.

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2 Responses to “Cont’d.”

  1. Deb Evert from Grads list says:

    What is your occiputal nerve block for? It sounds familiar but my daughter has intractable migraines and has had them since age 12 so if that helps – it might be worth a shot. Recently she got some Lidocaine nasal spray that helps cut some of the worst symptoms (she too fought doctors til she found this one that would listen to her). Thanks for any info Andrea!!

    Deb in NE from Grad list

  2. Andrea says:

    I get them for chronic daily headache. It doesn’t help the migraine as much as it does my daily headache.

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