No news is….well, it is still no news.
My family doctor called me before dinner.
She had called Dr. W today, and spoke to the
receptionist/secretary/person that answers the phone at his office.
She said that she needed them to call her back with a date
for my appointment with Dr. W.
Dr W’s office hasn’t
called her back yet.
There was an alternate surgeon’s name given to her by the
local orthopedic guy. But my
doctor knows the work that Dr. W does.
He has been fantastic for another one her patient’s crisis care. So she would really like me to get in
to see him.
I asked her if she knew what was wrong with me. “Do I have cancer?”.
She took a deep breath. And said:
“Kat, I just don’t know. Unfortunately, it is a possibility. But I can’t even tell you the
likelihood. I can’t interpret the
MRI. It isn’t my specialty. But Dr. W can tell us. He is the expert. He can tell us if he is the doctor to
fix you, or if you need to go to someone else.”
All right then.
So we wait. For Dr. W to
get through the backlog that has no doubt piled up on his desk while he was
away last week. And for his office
to call to set up the appointment.
Again, my doctor is very concerned about the level of pain
I’m in. I assured her that I’m not
in that much pain, as I have pretty much eliminated all unnecessary
activities. Like walking
<grin>. I sit. A lot.
The toradol does work well. But you can’t drink while taking it – which rules out Friday
and Saturday nights. In all
seriousness – it makes me dizzy and a little out of it. So I only take it at night. But it wears off after about 5
hours. So then I wake up. But it is better than nothing. Tonight when I wake, I’m going to take
some ibuprofen before trying to go back to sleep.
My doctor says she will talk to me again this week, one way
or another.
So we wait.
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