Sunday, September 30, 2007

Hodge Podge

Aerosmith's "Back in the Saddle Again" keeps running through my head. A little under four years ago, I underwent all kinds of tests to see what exactly was wrong with me, and after many scares and diagnoses of minor ailments, I found out I had MS. Now I'm back to the testing thing again, this time for that pain I had a month or so ago. My new doc says it's too low on my body to be my gallbladder, but it could be adhesions from the hysterectomy, a hernia, or possibly even the c-word. I have an abdominal CT scan scheduled for tomorrow evening, and my diet tomorrow will consist entirely of water and barium solution. I'm worried that the CT scan won't show anything, and I'll be back in the saddle of endless medical tests again.

One thing I learned from my first experience with medical testing is that you go on. It's difficult to live your live at a fever-pitch of fear, so you keep going. On that basis, today I did half an hour's worth of weeding, baked a cinnamon streusel coffee cake I can't eat but will take in to work tomorrow, made three Wet Willies, did five loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom, took a nap and shortly I will go take a bath with one of my precious Ice Hotels, scrub myself with my R.I.P. cauldron from Isle of Eden, and take a benadryl or four to make sure I sleep.

This week, I will plant thirty daffodil bulbs; help Mom transplant three azaleal bushes I'm giving her; get back in the habit of entering a few books each evening to GoodReads; mail off some packages to friends, and attend Ohio Mart with my mother and my sister-in-law. I will throw out all of the sweatpants that no longer fit, take a large box of clothing to Goodwill, and celebrate the fact that the scale this morning showed 222.2 pounds. I will also build a book for the first time.

Whatever happens with the medical stuff, life has to go on, or there's not much point in anything, is there?

6 comments:

the queen said...

So well put.

Or, it could be Myasthenia Gravis, don't forget that.

Zayrina said...

I just hope it's not"hemerotis scepticemia". (see Queen's blog for an explaination)

I will be at work this eve and can't call to commiserate so I offer many MLH's here.

Sherri said...

I'm all with you. Let's home that, post CT scan, there will be an obvious, simple, and easy-to-handle diagnosis. One mystery is enough for a lifetime.

And you are now skinnier than me :D I must start catching up.

Sherri said...

How did I hit an 'm' instead of a 'p'? I am soo talented. It should be 'hope', not 'home'.

Zayrina said...

And yet sadly for me, "Let's home that" made perfect sense to me.

Sherri, if you do figure out how you hit "m" instead of "p", do let me know then perhaps I can figure out why I type "o" instead of "l", "n" instead of "m" and so forth and so on. :P

rgraham666 said...

*HUGS* Jammies.

Sending strength you way.