Post by bonnieabner on Jun 19, 2006 19:27:16 GMT -5
I think we should have a reunion news thread for urgent news flashes such as the following: "day in the life", but since I don't know how to create one, I'll just have to jump in anywhere as usual.
I've had a few testy days with my gallbladder; I'm happy to say that I'm okay now. However, the whole dramatic episode led up to an ultrasound, and upper GI Thursday. You'll all be relieved, as I was, that I do not have any stones. Albeit, the ultrasound didn't allow a very good look, they said. However, I did get to drink a "YUMMY" banana flavored chalk drink, and roll around on a table just for fun. They had me come back Friday for a hide-a-scan so they could watch my gallbladder function. (which if you know me, was certain to be no ordinary procedure). They gave me dye through an IV, and had me lie under the scanner for an hour, where I was immediately confronted with two of my greatest fears; claustrophobia and the very real possibility of snoring in public. I had tossed around the absurdity of their advise to "just try to relax"and was actually beginning to fall asleep, when they woke me and said, "we need you to go to the waiting room for 15 minutes and think about food"...How funny is that... Hey, a piece of cake, right? (no pun intended). After the allotted 15 minutes, they put me back upon the table and said, "no, it didn't work, we need you to go back out into the waiting room, and think about food, so your gallbladder will dump". So, out I went again, into the small waiting vestibule...only I'm not hungry; imagine that. "I know", I thought to myself, "I'll call Gil". Of course, this is just the type of emergency that cell phones were really made for...right? "hello"?, answered a sleepy voice. "Talk to me about food", I say quickly, in a hoarse whisper, the waiting room crowded with on-lookers. "What"! came his still-sleepy reply. "Talk to me about food" (No doubt, he's thinking he's about to experience phone sex) "Am I dreaming"? "NO, your not dreaming!" Still trying to keep my voice low, I gave a short explanation; I can almost hear his gears turning as he begins to tell me about Olive Garden's salad and bread sticks. I close my eyes so that I can concentrate on the smorgasbord, Gil is lovingly setting before me. As he moves on to Chicken Parmesan, and is rounding the corner to something Mexican, they come back to get me. "Gotta go", I said, snapping out of my food-induced stupor,and quickly glancing around the room, at the watchful eyes and ears, who obviously think they're overhearing phone sex....
Oh well, after all this; still no luck. They sent me home for 2 1/2 hours with the IV port still in my arm. Remembering the events of the previous embarrassing phone call, Gil and I decided that he should return with me for my final results. (Who knows, there might be some more "food talk" in it for us, right?) ;D
WELL, HORSE FEATHERS! I still have no results. However, the very intelligent, young tec advised, that my gallbladder wouldn't be getting any speeding tickets....
So, how has your week been?
Eternally; Miss Bonnie
I've had a few testy days with my gallbladder; I'm happy to say that I'm okay now. However, the whole dramatic episode led up to an ultrasound, and upper GI Thursday. You'll all be relieved, as I was, that I do not have any stones. Albeit, the ultrasound didn't allow a very good look, they said. However, I did get to drink a "YUMMY" banana flavored chalk drink, and roll around on a table just for fun. They had me come back Friday for a hide-a-scan so they could watch my gallbladder function. (which if you know me, was certain to be no ordinary procedure). They gave me dye through an IV, and had me lie under the scanner for an hour, where I was immediately confronted with two of my greatest fears; claustrophobia and the very real possibility of snoring in public. I had tossed around the absurdity of their advise to "just try to relax"and was actually beginning to fall asleep, when they woke me and said, "we need you to go to the waiting room for 15 minutes and think about food"...How funny is that... Hey, a piece of cake, right? (no pun intended). After the allotted 15 minutes, they put me back upon the table and said, "no, it didn't work, we need you to go back out into the waiting room, and think about food, so your gallbladder will dump". So, out I went again, into the small waiting vestibule...only I'm not hungry; imagine that. "I know", I thought to myself, "I'll call Gil". Of course, this is just the type of emergency that cell phones were really made for...right? "hello"?, answered a sleepy voice. "Talk to me about food", I say quickly, in a hoarse whisper, the waiting room crowded with on-lookers. "What"! came his still-sleepy reply. "Talk to me about food" (No doubt, he's thinking he's about to experience phone sex) "Am I dreaming"? "NO, your not dreaming!" Still trying to keep my voice low, I gave a short explanation; I can almost hear his gears turning as he begins to tell me about Olive Garden's salad and bread sticks. I close my eyes so that I can concentrate on the smorgasbord, Gil is lovingly setting before me. As he moves on to Chicken Parmesan, and is rounding the corner to something Mexican, they come back to get me. "Gotta go", I said, snapping out of my food-induced stupor,and quickly glancing around the room, at the watchful eyes and ears, who obviously think they're overhearing phone sex....
Oh well, after all this; still no luck. They sent me home for 2 1/2 hours with the IV port still in my arm. Remembering the events of the previous embarrassing phone call, Gil and I decided that he should return with me for my final results. (Who knows, there might be some more "food talk" in it for us, right?) ;D
WELL, HORSE FEATHERS! I still have no results. However, the very intelligent, young tec advised, that my gallbladder wouldn't be getting any speeding tickets....
So, how has your week been?
Eternally; Miss Bonnie