Everything is going to be okay. I keep telling myself everything is going to be okay, because right now I’m feeling a little like spaghetti. I’ve heard it said that men are like waffles and women are like spaghetti. Waffles have compartments and segregate what you put on them, or in them. Neat little squares that separate everything. Spaghetti gets all mixed up and wound up together. Every noodle is entangled in a bunch of other noodles and it ends up being one big ball, all bunched up together.
Right now I have a lot of stuff and I feel like spaghetti. If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you know I whine….sometimes…a little bit, when it all gets to be a lot to deal with. But right now I have A LOT. And I’m a little scared. And I wish I had parents. But I have really great friends, and wonderful kids, and a strong, awesome hubby. I just feel like this is a lot to put just on him right now though. So I’m asking for hugs, and hope.
I have five doctors right now. And procedures and blood tests and lots of needles scheduled over the next month. A primary care doc, a pain specialist, a pulmonologist, a urologist, and an allergist. I went to my urologist today and the good news is he is willing to jump right in and figure out what’s wrong and ordered tests and procedures. The bad news is there is still an infection and blood in my urine and they don’t know why. So I have blood tests and a CT with contrast and a cystoscopic procedure to schedule. That mans they are going to put me under a general anesthetic and take a look inside my urinary tract to see what the problem is.
I also have a thyroid panel, epidural shots, and allergy test coming up too. Two blood tests, three IVs, shots in my spine, and allergy tests. That’s a lot of needles and I don’t usually spook too easily, but I’m scared.
So, I know I’m a pain in the ass, and I know I’m whining a little bit, but I am asking for an extra prayer, or some good karma, or a little extra hope right now.
My CT (with contrast, yuck) is at 6:30 am on the 4th.
My cystoscopy is the 9th, and as long as everything goes well, I should be able to come home that day. The doc will be taking a look in my urinary tract and taking biopsies/removing any kidney stones while he is in there.
My third and final set of epidural shots are on the 12th.
I’m pretty sure I’ll be happy if I never see another needle again.