the great expedition

I'm a broken woman.
Sobbing has become as natural and as involuntary as breathing.

The waiting is excruciating.
After countless calls to his secretary, nurse and his office, gastro doc has not returned any of my calls. Yes he is the head of gastric surgery now, but he has always been responsive in the past. Aside from showing up with my insides bleeding and oozing from my eyes, perhaps my only other option is to show up inside out.

I hope they are not mining for tumors, but the possibility is very real and very there...



* a few hours later...


gastro doc's secretary has just called me. She assured me that "we are going to get to the bottom of this", and that if a) his resident can't see me, then they would fax the requisition to the private clinic (colon and gastroscopy) but as I had emphasized, that if the pain got bad, then I would go through the emergency.

That means I have to talk to specialist doctor # 2. Another area completely but just as serious.

I told gastro doc's secretary: "in an ideal scenario, I could have the laparoscopy and both scopes done all at once. We shall see.

but at this point, I am on multiple pain killers and nothing is working.

Ah perchance to sleep, but unless I can remove the rest of my body from the neck down, I'm out of luck...