Those of you who know me know that I have had issues with kidney stones in the past. Actually the last time I passed one was January of 1997. It was quite an experience and one I never wanted to re-live. A few weeks ago I started dropping hints to my parents and to Josh that I might be dealing with those pesky things again. In effort to rule a few things out I went to the doctor. I was hoping they would tell me I just have an infection and all would be well. Last Friday (before Josh's big weekend at Lifeline...what great timing) I went to the doctor. She gave me an antibiotic but also made subtle hints that she didn't think it was a UTI but something else. She told me if my symptoms didn't get better by Monday to give her a call. Well they most certainly did not get better. Fortunately I was able to make it through all of the weekend festivities. At the beginning of the week I called the doctor (actually the lady I've been seeing is a nurse practioner but since my good friend Laura is also one of those I knew I was in good hands). She made me an appointment to come back in and see her. At this point I'm convinced its kidney stones. But the more I started thinking about it the more I didn't know. Those are simply the only thing I've dealt with that are comparable. Anyway, I went in to see her. They drew blood, I peed in a cup (fyi), and then she informed me she wanted to schedule a CT scan to see what's going on. She's not convinced its kidney stones so I guess she wants to get a picture of everything just in case. Before I left though she provided me with the famous strainer.
Anyway, the nurse called and scheduled my CT scan at the hospital for this coming Monday. MONDAY! That's so long away! What if it is a kidney stone and it hits? What if its something more serious? Who do I call during the weekend and late at night if I need some pain relief? I was talking to my good friend Shannon about what the nurse had been saying. Without me knowing it she spoke with her boss (who has major connections at the hospital). Apparently he (her boss) didn't like that I had to wait until Monday so he made a phone call. Lo and behold today around 8:30 this morning the hospital called and told me to come on down for my test! Woohoo!! Talk about knowing the right people! Thanks to Shannon and Dan for helping me out! Now I'm just waiting for the results. I'll find out in the next 48 hours. In the meantime I'm continuing to drink gallons of water and praying that its nothing more serious.