Latest on Gall-Gate '10:
So I have to have a colonoscopy....
(yeah, you want to be me, fo sho')
I'm not afraid, I'm just pissed.
It's undignified that I should have to pay $2000.00 for someone to shove a tuby camera up my ass.
You know what we really send me into oblivion? If I go thru all of this nonsense and they don't find a thing.
Not that I want something to be hideously wrong, but COME ON NOW.
They best find something....
At least the Gastro specialist was nice.
The Urology specialist was an asshat.
He wouldn't even listen to me. He was INSISTENT that my issues were because I was so "severely overweight" and because I didn't do enough Kegels.
When I pointed out that neither my OBGYN nor my PCP felt that weight was an issue, and both felt that I had bladder damage due to various occurrences, Mr. Pee King kept telling me to stop eating junk food and to make an effort to exercise...something I OBVIOUSLY wasn't doing.
Now, I'm not one to use the ..."But I'm big-boned" excuse. I know that I need to lose weight. But I'm not a rabid junk foodie who lays around all day, bathing in trans-fats. I am, however, someone who eats pretty damn healthily but put on a lot of weight due to trauma, being ill, taking different meds, and my metabolism shuddering to a stop...
And not to play the "placard card," but I have Cerebral Palsy and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
It's not like I can take a 5 mile jog to my advanced spin class and then Bikram Yoga pose my ass home.
(It takes all my energy to take care of my son and our little household.)
As SUCH- the generalization angers me. I realize that the "good doctor" is looking at it from a health perspective, but he took it several steps beyond (At one point he actually said the word fat and then caught himself a bit late) to disrespectful.
I'm no wisp of a woman, but I'm not Mama Grape, either.
In short, I need to see another Uro guy.
When I followed up with my PCP, he was PISSED. That made me feel a little better. lol...
[What didn't make me feel better? The $200 cost of my visit.]
In terms of my gall bladder, I've had a few more small attacks, but I'm still waiting for an appointment with a general surgeon, so no new progress on that. Boo.
So for those keeping score, here's what we've learned so far-
Jack and Shit.
That jewel of knowledge has cost me $4200 as of now, and I haven't even gotten my lab bills yet.
Oh, I almost forgot...
I also have a chest infection. Woo.
I'm *this* close to losing it.
But with this face looking at me,
I do my best to keep on keepin' on. We've gotta catch a break at some point.