For the last 8 months I've been dealing with a certain medical condition that's...well...annoying. The first doctor to see me diagnosised the simplest solution possible and threw an antibiotic my way. Weeks later when it didn't work, she threw me another. After the third didn't work -- I went some place else.
My first sign that Doc #2 didn't have a real medical degree was the Foghorn Leghorn tie. Without the slightest glimpse at my transferred medical records he asked, "Which antibiotic would you like?" After multiple visits, once HE had prescribed the third antibiotic, I said, "No thanks" to anymore and requested to see a speacialist.
By now, months had passed (7 months to be exact) -- we've changed insurance twice -- and I'm beginning to go a little loopy. After jumping through SEVERAL hoops for the insurance company, the speacialist says, "Figuring this out is gonna take some time."
This past month, I've done numerous Xrays and a CT scan. They revealed a kidney stone in my left kidney. Who knew? Today, I began seeing the "Infectious Disease" doctor as the particular infection (which has probably attached itself to the stone) now shows up as "resistent to every known oral antibiotic".
At Doctor #4, I sat in a room filled with chairs, with IV lines hanging from the ceiling. It looked like a scene straight out of the movie Inception. As I get ready to have my 2 week long IV inserted, I say to Billy, "This is the WEIRDEST thing I've EVER done." He says back, "Really? We'll it isn't the WEIRDEST thing I've EVER done!" Nice.
So, the next couple of weeks will include an hour at the clinic each day for an intravenous antibiotic drip...I will even grace them with my presence on Saturday and Sunday. All this while making up 26 piano lessons and helping sub the makeup lessons at KMP for my boss...I have a love/hate relationship with snow days!
Hopefully, BY TOMORROW, I will feel the symptoms of my infection leave -- and have the kidney stone blasted on Friday. Shortly thereafter they hope I'll be infection free. I pray so.
In the meantime, I've already been asked such irratating questions as, "Mom, what's for dinner?"..."Do you wanna go workout at the Y?" I just keep holding up my arm -- and smiling really big...saying in a sweet as pie voice, "I have an I V!" You should probably pray for them!