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Monday, April 14, 2008

Entry for April 14, 2008

Test was last Wednesday, and as of this morning still no word on the CT scan results. At 1:30 this afternoon, I decided to make a guest appearance at the clinic where my personal physician practices. The clerk said nothing was listed on the computer, and the doctor was not in. She took my contact number and said she would pass my questions on to the head nurse.

At 7:00 this evening, I finally get a call. The nurse asked why I was bothering the doctor, that I should be speaking to my gastroenterologist and asking him about the test results. I re-explained to the nurse that the doctor had ordered the CT scan and that the results would normally be sent to whoever ordered them. She sifted the pile of crap on the doctor’s desk and, voila, she found my CT scan results. She read the summary to me, and other than something about my liver, pancreas, and gallbladder looking like a family of fat opossums, they could find nothing that could account for the pain in my stomach. She suggested that I make haste to the gastroenterologist and have him shove the camera down my throat.

It has been a week and a half since the “attack,” and the good news is the pain is mostly gone. Tomorrow I’ll call and arrange for my next medical adventure.

Thanks for checking in.

James A. Zachary Jr.

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