The Explanatory Post of Explanation
Tuesday, August 18th, 2009 08:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouMy last post yesterday was cryptic, I know, and I do apologize. It's just... I was rather thrown and, well, stumped.
I sort of needed a little time to ponder it and ... process it a bit, and I also needed a chance to talk with the Blonde Sister and sort of get her take on it.
Okay, so, y'all know I've been having health problems this summer. And I've been having tests up the wazoo, right? So, I had to have a CT run on Friday, which was why I was complaining about drinking barium (vile, nasty stuff, DO NOT WANT!!!).
Along with the persistent low grade fever I've been running all summer, and the fatigue, I've had this... discomfort... in my left side, right under my ribs. The doc thought it might be costochondritis, which is really just fancy talk for an inflammation of the cartilage in the ribs, usually from coughing (which I do because of my asthma). Thing is, I usually get costochondritis in my chest, or around my shoulder blades. A little Motrin and heat usually takes care of it pretty quick, and Auntie is comfortable again.
This is different. So, after some painful poking around on my left side (I swear, I thought she was shoving her hands up under my ribs, or a bayonet, perhaps), the doctor decided to send me for a CT scan. That was on Friday.
So, yesterday, after the doctor's office had closed, the nurse who usually has the job of calling everybody to let them know their test results called ME. Now, I always take her calls with a grain of salt, and I urge you guys to do the same. She says that all my tests came back normal, just fine, and the CT scan was normal and everything was peachy-keen and hunky-dory (my words, but it basically came out to the same) except... I have a nodule in the bottom of my left lung. Where I'm having the discomfort. But, it's not anything to worry about and the doctor will be sending me for another CT scan in six months to see if there are any changes. Nice talking to you, Auntie, bye now! Click.
Is it any wonder I was rather... well... gobsmacked yesterday?
I'm going to wait until 10 a.m., when the morning rush of calls has tapered off, and I'm going to call in and request that the doctor call me back to discuss my test results. In this case, I think I would rather get my news straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak, so I know which way to jump. You know, either sigh with relief and shake my head over the flaky nurse, or go ahead and get my panic attack over NOW so I can move on and get down to business.
I'm a little tired of being couch potato Auntie and would like to get back to being bouncy Auntie again, you know? This being sick thing sucks. Seriously.
I sort of needed a little time to ponder it and ... process it a bit, and I also needed a chance to talk with the Blonde Sister and sort of get her take on it.
Okay, so, y'all know I've been having health problems this summer. And I've been having tests up the wazoo, right? So, I had to have a CT run on Friday, which was why I was complaining about drinking barium (vile, nasty stuff, DO NOT WANT!!!).
Along with the persistent low grade fever I've been running all summer, and the fatigue, I've had this... discomfort... in my left side, right under my ribs. The doc thought it might be costochondritis, which is really just fancy talk for an inflammation of the cartilage in the ribs, usually from coughing (which I do because of my asthma). Thing is, I usually get costochondritis in my chest, or around my shoulder blades. A little Motrin and heat usually takes care of it pretty quick, and Auntie is comfortable again.
This is different. So, after some painful poking around on my left side (I swear, I thought she was shoving her hands up under my ribs, or a bayonet, perhaps), the doctor decided to send me for a CT scan. That was on Friday.
So, yesterday, after the doctor's office had closed, the nurse who usually has the job of calling everybody to let them know their test results called ME. Now, I always take her calls with a grain of salt, and I urge you guys to do the same. She says that all my tests came back normal, just fine, and the CT scan was normal and everything was peachy-keen and hunky-dory (my words, but it basically came out to the same) except... I have a nodule in the bottom of my left lung. Where I'm having the discomfort. But, it's not anything to worry about and the doctor will be sending me for another CT scan in six months to see if there are any changes. Nice talking to you, Auntie, bye now! Click.
Is it any wonder I was rather... well... gobsmacked yesterday?
I'm going to wait until 10 a.m., when the morning rush of calls has tapered off, and I'm going to call in and request that the doctor call me back to discuss my test results. In this case, I think I would rather get my news straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak, so I know which way to jump. You know, either sigh with relief and shake my head over the flaky nurse, or go ahead and get my panic attack over NOW so I can move on and get down to business.
I'm a little tired of being couch potato Auntie and would like to get back to being bouncy Auntie again, you know? This being sick thing sucks. Seriously.
