When you count the time I spent in the main waiting room, then the diagnostic waiting room, then the examination room, I was there for seven hours before being sent up for the CT scan.
Wait. It gets better.
After all that time, I was placed in the CT scanner, had a preliminary scan and was told to go back downstairs because I had never been given the contrast dye to drink.
It takes an hour to drink the dye.
After that hour went by, I went back upstairs and had the scan.
After another half hour, the doctor came in and said it was diverticulitis (which I thought it was when I originally called the doctor) and sent me home with a paper prescription for antibiotics to be filled in the morning. Oi.
After a five-day liquid diet and said course of antibiotics I worked back up to a normal diet and am doing fine.
I lost seventeen pounds, but I don't recommend it as a weight-loss method.
During my wait in the examination room, Karen had fun with her Droid.
|My prom gown.|
|Stephanie said, "At least they|
didn't remove his sense of humor..."
|Back from the faux CT scan.|
(You get blankets because it's cold upstairs.)