So I headed down to St. Joseph Hospital yesterday morning for my abdominal CT scan. When I scheduled the appointment, I was told I'd have to show up two hours early to drink a nice barium milkshake. It turned out when I reached the radiology floor, though, that
By the way, for those legions of you who've been on tenterhooks about my bladder, tomorrow I at last go in for my abdominal CT scan. (I had to reschedule it from last month because of a guest.) I have to be there two hours early to drink
[Spoiler warning: Mildly squicky medical details within. The squeamish may not wish their appetites spoiled.] I know you've all been waiting breathlessly to hear what's come of my possible kidney stone situation. I just saw my very booked-up urologist, and what he has to say boils
[Spoiler warning: Mildly squicky medical details within. The squeamish may not wish their appetites spoiled.] It had been quite some time since █████ or I had visited a doctor, probably too long. Now we're all too familiar with the decor at our physician's new office. Do I
Meanwhile, I have accomplished a different weeks-old goal by not even focusing on it. Moments ago I passed a kidney stone, my first ever. I suppose it's like that Douglas Adams bit, where the way to learn to fly is to throw yourself at the ground and miss,
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