And ICK alert. Not extremely detailed ick, but ick nonetheless.
Sorry about no YPO today, and the following might explain why:
Yesterday... maybe today? I'll look up the particulars later. Regardless, I have an amazing husband who realized that the excruciating pain I was having, emanating from a GIGANTIC umbilical herniation (dx March of this year), because I had done something I really shouldn't have done, but had never been warned about (picking up something heavy)..
... needed tending to, and we ain't got no insurance. Zip. I am one of the over 50% of Pink Americans who has no coverage, but he made some calls, and got (chas v'chalilah) an actual legit hospital to deal with me (I will go into details later: see above "chas v'chalilah").
I saw an actual professional two days later; she prescribed a CAT scan. I showed up 1 1/2 hours early, at the hospital where the scan was to be done, as asked, K beside me.
I drank the "contrast dye" (two 16 oz bottles; tasted like funky lemonade), they waited 45 minutes for the dye to do whatever the dye does to my innards, then set me up in a CAT scan, which looked like a giant donut, and painted that weird pale green colour refrigerators used to come in in the 60's? You know those?
I should have recognized that harbinger of "oy" just from that, but... After trying a few times for the giant donut to work, they finally 'fessed up that the donut was a "do not" and asked me to move to another scanner.
Which, of course, I did. And we got the shots (all this time, chas v'chalilah, I am, and remain, terrified that something other than a hernia will be discovered... you know what I'm talking about). They said "Go home", and wait for August 8th for my surgery.
No one came running out, however, to tell me that the contrast dye I had just drunk two bottle of? SOMETIMES PEOPLE HAVE A REACTION TO IT.
Um, yeah. With me driving, and not even out of their parking lot yet, I realized that I would have to be somewhere, SOON, to bring that contrast back into the light of day. And other things. I shall spare you those details.
Ipso facto ergonomic whatsis I have EXTREMELY sore ribs, both sides. I called the hospital and was told that the reaction I was having was a common reaction.
Oh. Thank Goddess no one told me, or I might have puked up a lung along with that cheese sandwich I ate in 2005.
TMI? Sorry.
See ya Saturday.