Tuesday, October 09, 2007

And the Answer Is

That nobody knows. I went through the whole CT scan thing today, drank the horrible barium stuff, had an IV of other dye pumped through me, went through the big circular machine, obediently held my breath when the little face shaped lights told me to and so on. And then my doctor called me this evening when I was in the process of trying to vote in the city council primaries and the verdict is, as above, that nobody is quite sure what the hell is wrong with me.

It's not my appendix and it's not my pancreas and and it's not my liver and it's not, apparently, my kidneys, although one of my ureters is apparently a little wacky and inflamed, but not enough to be worrisome. It's not anything big and scary like cancer or small and scary like my gall bladder. It is, apparently, not. So this should be good news and I wish I felt more cheerful about it but unfortunately, my stomach still hurts. I guess this is just the way it is going to be from here on out.


Fuzzbean said...

I really hate not getting an answer. I had a period where I was desperately hoping to have intestinal parasites, because it's such a nice easy thing to fix.

Edgy Mama said...

Glad it's not anything big, but sad your tummy still hurts.