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Uncertain as yet whether we will make Origins.
Summary: Could be gall stone or kidney stone. I need to see a urologist, preferably by early tomorrow morning, and get medical advice on whether I should be flying, switching to train, or just not going to Origins.
My GP wasn't in, which didn't bug me, as I was quite willing to see any competent doctor. Much poking and prodding in areas where I'm apparently reacting with more pain than I ought in response to the pressure used. Could theoretically be food poisoning from Wednesday. They thought gall stones the way to bet. The doctor figured there were no counterindications to flying, as it was a short trip. He also sent me to get laxatives for the constipation, and, on the gall stone theory, told me to stay fat free.
As instructed, I scheduled an abdominal ultrasound for Monday morning.
Gynecologist told me that he's sure it's not gynecological, but added that if all other tests turn up nothing and pain still persists, he will personally do a pelvic ultrasound. He utterly poopooed the information I gave him from the ER about my having an ovary cyst, as in he didn't feel the need to schedule tests.
[Side rant: People like me die because of this. We assume the doctor knows what he is taling about. We don't want to make trouble. Or, we give up in disgust and say, "The doctors don't care, so why should I think I'm other than worthless?" That last is passive aggressive, but when one does the right thing and is told it's nothing serious, or when one moves heaven and earth to talk with one's GP, because one has no reason to believe one can get a quick follow up appointment, only to be chewed out for having the nerve to disturb the doctor on his day off, rather than call the office at 9 am Monday, to get a 10:15 appointment on Tuesday for a problem that's been going on since Thursday, and then gets kept waiting till about 11 am before seeing anyone -- it sucks. The doctor no doubt did not know all the relevant medical details. I never was permitted to explain them all on this Sunday. If, say, he had said, "Oh my goodness, I want you in my office at 9 am," I could have done that. Had his office answering machine allowed one to leave messages, I would have done that and not tried to track him down for what I did not think was "routine". End Rant.]
Coming home, I found a message from the ER I visited in New Jersey, and called back. I was told that on a second look at the catscan, it seemed like I might have a 2 to 3 millimeter kidney stone, to make sure my doctor knew this, and to make sure my gynecologist knew about the cyst. I called both doctors.
I left a verbal message with the gynecologist's receptionist and adding that I'd tried to arrange for the relevant papers to be faxed to him, and leaving him the number of the ER, just in case.
I called the office of my GP, byt it was 5:20 pm, so no one is there until the morning. I can't leave a message unless I track down his answering service person. I'm not going to do this, since I believe he will chew me out again for having the nerve to disturb him. Oh, I suppose I might be wrong, and he might chide me for not magically comprehending that this is an emergency, by whatever definition he is using.
I've called two urologists. The first had a message that then transferred me to the answering service. The woman I spoke to was just fine with a "call me please" and a phone number, and I'm hoping she also passes on the part about possible kidney stone and wanting to know if I'm safe flying.
The second actually had options leading to an answering machine for the guy.
Neither man has called me back. Josh found a 24 hour travel clinic with a uruologist, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan -- which is closed for renovation until 8 am this morning.
We may call an emergency room and ask for advice, though ERs don't often want to commit to giving advice.
If the danger is a kidney stone doing something life threatening on a plane, we can take a train. The ER doctor did not mention this possibility -- or a urologist. This is all courtesy of Lee Gold, whose husband had a kidney stone for which the doctor forbade him to fly unless the airplane could parachute him to a hospital within half an hour if things got bad, so that he wouldn't die of nitrate poisoning.
This situation may be rare. The ER doctor, like the GP guy-who-wasn't-my-regular-guy both think that Ohio has ERs too, and that it will probably be all right. But, the GP didn't know about the kidney stone, and the ER guy will not give a diagnosis or commit to a position, which I do understand.
The train, if it stops frequently, is an option.
I am having pain, figure 1 to 3 on the 1 to 10 scale. The symptoms do partly match kidney stone. OTOH, my bilirubin was high, so it could be a gall stone. Or, it could be food poisoning that's still clearing, something bacterial.
And, even presuming we know it's not life threatening, needing to be rushed to the ER mid-Origins would be stupid and so suck.
Summary: Could be gall stone or kidney stone. I need to see a urologist, preferably by early tomorrow morning, and get medical advice on whether I should be flying, switching to train, or just not going to Origins.
My GP wasn't in, which didn't bug me, as I was quite willing to see any competent doctor. Much poking and prodding in areas where I'm apparently reacting with more pain than I ought in response to the pressure used. Could theoretically be food poisoning from Wednesday. They thought gall stones the way to bet. The doctor figured there were no counterindications to flying, as it was a short trip. He also sent me to get laxatives for the constipation, and, on the gall stone theory, told me to stay fat free.
As instructed, I scheduled an abdominal ultrasound for Monday morning.
Gynecologist told me that he's sure it's not gynecological, but added that if all other tests turn up nothing and pain still persists, he will personally do a pelvic ultrasound. He utterly poopooed the information I gave him from the ER about my having an ovary cyst, as in he didn't feel the need to schedule tests.
[Side rant: People like me die because of this. We assume the doctor knows what he is taling about. We don't want to make trouble. Or, we give up in disgust and say, "The doctors don't care, so why should I think I'm other than worthless?" That last is passive aggressive, but when one does the right thing and is told it's nothing serious, or when one moves heaven and earth to talk with one's GP, because one has no reason to believe one can get a quick follow up appointment, only to be chewed out for having the nerve to disturb the doctor on his day off, rather than call the office at 9 am Monday, to get a 10:15 appointment on Tuesday for a problem that's been going on since Thursday, and then gets kept waiting till about 11 am before seeing anyone -- it sucks. The doctor no doubt did not know all the relevant medical details. I never was permitted to explain them all on this Sunday. If, say, he had said, "Oh my goodness, I want you in my office at 9 am," I could have done that. Had his office answering machine allowed one to leave messages, I would have done that and not tried to track him down for what I did not think was "routine". End Rant.]
Coming home, I found a message from the ER I visited in New Jersey, and called back. I was told that on a second look at the catscan, it seemed like I might have a 2 to 3 millimeter kidney stone, to make sure my doctor knew this, and to make sure my gynecologist knew about the cyst. I called both doctors.
I left a verbal message with the gynecologist's receptionist and adding that I'd tried to arrange for the relevant papers to be faxed to him, and leaving him the number of the ER, just in case.
I called the office of my GP, byt it was 5:20 pm, so no one is there until the morning. I can't leave a message unless I track down his answering service person. I'm not going to do this, since I believe he will chew me out again for having the nerve to disturb him. Oh, I suppose I might be wrong, and he might chide me for not magically comprehending that this is an emergency, by whatever definition he is using.
I've called two urologists. The first had a message that then transferred me to the answering service. The woman I spoke to was just fine with a "call me please" and a phone number, and I'm hoping she also passes on the part about possible kidney stone and wanting to know if I'm safe flying.
The second actually had options leading to an answering machine for the guy.
Neither man has called me back. Josh found a 24 hour travel clinic with a uruologist, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan -- which is closed for renovation until 8 am this morning.
We may call an emergency room and ask for advice, though ERs don't often want to commit to giving advice.
If the danger is a kidney stone doing something life threatening on a plane, we can take a train. The ER doctor did not mention this possibility -- or a urologist. This is all courtesy of Lee Gold, whose husband had a kidney stone for which the doctor forbade him to fly unless the airplane could parachute him to a hospital within half an hour if things got bad, so that he wouldn't die of nitrate poisoning.
This situation may be rare. The ER doctor, like the GP guy-who-wasn't-my-regular-guy both think that Ohio has ERs too, and that it will probably be all right. But, the GP didn't know about the kidney stone, and the ER guy will not give a diagnosis or commit to a position, which I do understand.
The train, if it stops frequently, is an option.
I am having pain, figure 1 to 3 on the 1 to 10 scale. The symptoms do partly match kidney stone. OTOH, my bilirubin was high, so it could be a gall stone. Or, it could be food poisoning that's still clearing, something bacterial.
And, even presuming we know it's not life threatening, needing to be rushed to the ER mid-Origins would be stupid and so suck.
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