You know, I realized that I started this story a while back, but never bothered to finish it. I think that now would be a good time to get back to this, one of the most interesting things I've ever experienced.
(If you like, you can catch up on the previous two episodes here and here.)
So I'm finally admitted to the emergency room at North Kansas City, and the doctor there takes a look at my CAT scans. Unfortunately, he has this to say about them (paraphrased...),
"I can't really see what I'd like to from these scans. The barium contrast didn't get through your system enough, so we're going to have to run the scans again."
At first, the thought of drinking more awful stuff was overwhelming, until he reassured me that I wouldn't have to worry about that part of the scan.
Thank goodness!
Well, the nurse comes by a while longer, after I've read through whatever magazines that could be found, which mostly dated from about 1-2 yrs ago. What does he have with him? Barium mix to drink.
"I was told that I would have to do this again since I had a CAT scan taken earlier today."
"Well, I think you'll still have to, but I'll double-check that with the doctor."
Thankfully, I was right.
On a side note, the iodine injection made me want to pee again, which proves conclusively that the stuff makes you pee. (See Part II for a bit more explanation on that.)
I while longer, the doctor comes back to talk to me. As it turns out, he cannot make out any inflamation of my appendix. He told me that the radiologist makes his determination not by looking at the fat around the appendix and not the appendix itself. Therefore, because I am a rather slender individual (which my wife is attempting to fix at every turn), he may or may not be able to see any inflamation since I don't have much fat to begin with. So, since my white blood cell count was only slightly elevated, I was admitted for overnight observation. So much for something conclusive...
Tune in next time when I talk about my first experience with morphine. ;)










