Monday October 1st

Monday seemed like a wash. I have a hospital hang over and feel like someone has just crumpled me up and then tried to straighten me back out, only my body isn't ready to de-wrinkle. I drove to my appointment that was in Scottsdale this morning was supposed to be having my autonomic nervous system testing today and my GI consult to follow in the afternoon.

I'm sure by now you know the drill- I checking in on the--------------------yes, you're right, LEFT and waited on the LEFT side of the room as well. As I sat there, I became more and more drained. "Kerina Readd", I stood up and walked over to this cheery woman. She took one look at me and asked how I was feeling. I explained to her my nights events and before we made it to the room she was telling me that I should not have this test done. She sat me down, had me talk to the scheduler, got ahold of my doctor and sent me home to rest.

I was lethargic and really just down in the dumps with everything. I came home laid on the couch and then got a phone call. It was my Arizona momma. She was checking in with me wondering how I was doing and what the days plans were. Now I want to point something out. I will make sure I have an entire blog entry just about her, but please... PLEASE know, that this woman is just about the funniest, genuine, light hearted woman you will ever know. Needless to say, she's telling me how awful she feels for not being around and then says, "hey!!! I'm passing though the town COLON"... we both just BUST OUT LAUGHING! (if you are reading this and work in the GI lab, you know how funny and fulfilling this is.) Any who, I just couldn't wait for her to get home, let the count down begin, 6 hours and counting, yay.

I laid around for a few hours, slept for a bit and then around 1 made my way back to the clinic and met with the GI doctor. She took one good look at me, surveyed the crap of me and said, I'm going to do a GI follow through, motility,  MRI or your abdomen and OH-- a double. I was just fine until I heard the word double. Now momma bear told me I wouldn't need a colonoscopy so you can imagine the first person I had on the phone--yes, her. The doctor immediately printed out my script for the long glorious Moviprep, BARF.. and sent me on my way.

After 2 hours in traffic I made it home, only to realize I needed to buy flowers for Arizona momma...back to Safeway I went. Got back home arranged a beautiful bouquet and anticipated her homecoming. About 30 minutes later she walked through the door and gave me a big hug. We stayed up that night laughing and exchanging stories about the weekends we had had. Good times, good times. I didn't think it was entirely possible to miss someone who you've only known for 3 days, but let me be the first to say--- it's POSSIBLE!


After really putting together my day- the only I gained from Monday October 1st was anxiety. The realization that I will now be one of my patients. eff em ell.


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