322.5 . . . Woo Hoo!OK, yes, I'm still sick . . . but seeing 322.5 on the scale this morning was AWESOME! The lowest I've been in I don't know how long.
I went to the doctor yesterday for my abdominal pains . . . after poking around for awhile he looks at me and says "I'm going to order a CT scan for you as soon as possible." WHAT? CT Scan, that sounds serious! I thought I had the flu! Apparently he thought it may be appendicitis (sp?). I mention to him . . . you know, I'm getting married in 13 days . . . he replies with "Not if your appendix bursts your not." . . . Oh great . . . Teri is going to love this. I say "well if the CT scan revelas that it IS appendicitis and we decide to have it yanked out, how long is the recovery" he mentions that if they get to it before it explodes in your abdomen, the recovery is only 24 - 48 hours. WHEW! OK, lets go for the CT scan. So they set the CT scan up for 2:30 that afternoon. I'm not to eat or drink anything 4 hours prior. Since it was already after 11, no eating or drinking. I hadn't eaten since 7:30 the prior evening and was starving. The sit me down with the phlebotemist (vampire) and do some blood work. She and I are on a first name basis and I have absolutely no problem with needles and it's always very pleasant. She's a good vampire and never bruises my arm and hits the vein on the first shot. After that I head out.
So I call Teri and give her best case (some bug) and worst case (exploded appendix, lights and siren to the hospital, hope I don't die and we postpone marriage for a couple weeks). She's uber thrilled. She calls back a little while later to say she's taking the rest of the day off to take me to the CT scan. I go to the pharmacy and fill my prescriptions (in case of bug) and wait for her at home. After she arrives, we head over to Tacoma for the CT scan. On the way there Teri asks "Did they have you drink any contrast?" . . . "No" I reply . . . great . . . medicinal drink. Pills, needles, bring em' on. No issue what so ever. If I have to swallow any liquid that even has a hint of medicine in it, I start looking like a cat with a 20 year old hairball. Gagging, choking, etc.
We arrive at the CT scan place 30 minutes early and the receptionist asks "Did your doctor give you any contrast to drink?"
Going into the CT scan, I was informed that I had to drink more contrast.
Based on the MRI's I've had done recently, I'd bet the total bills for yesterday will be in the neighborhood of $1,200. Thank God (CT Technician?) for health insurance! After the scan Teri and I went to Quiznos where I had a sandwich and some soup. First meal in 20 hours and it was . . . OK. Got a call from the doctor late yesterday saying that the preliminary results of the CT scan don't show appendicitis, but if I feel worse at all to head to the nearest emergency room. Should have the full and final results back today. Still feel like crap, but I've got some work to do, so I'm at the office.
Oh yeah, and did I mention the scale said 322.5 today? :-)