Today I visited my friends in radiology at Good Samaritan Hospital.
We had a date for an Upper GI.
I was really looking forward to it – even though it meant I had to drink the nasty gastrografin junk.
I really like it when you get the same radiologist from the time before. It makes perspective pretty accurate, you know?
So I went. I drank the yucky stuff. And I got to view the films with the radiologist – who was nice enough to take the time to share his thoughts. He said:
“WAY better than last time.”
“I don’t see the fistula at all anymore.”
“There’s no communication between the stomach and the abscess.”
“There is a small hair-like shadow along the bottom of the stomach. But nothing is going through it. Maybe it’s just a shadow, stomach angle or something.”
I asked if I could get a cup of water to rinse and spit, and he said, “You could probably just drink it!” But I decided I AIN’T GOING THERE UNTIL DR. ZELKO SAYS I CAN!
All of this is wonderful news! I’ve been doing some good healing these last three weeks! Hallelujah!
So now I wait.
For Dr. Zelko to call.
Might be tomorrow.
Might not be until Friday.
Yes, I’m antsy.