Re: Gallbladder's to Jerry

[Guest guest]

.....boisterous exams cause me to have attacks. It usually takes a

minute for it to sink into the doctor's head just what she is trying

to explain. I do not relish upper abdominal pushing, with some

idiot looking at my face to see if I grimace. There have been

times when a too exuberant exam started pain which intensified

over a day or two and landed me in the hospital.

Jerry/NC

You may be right, Jerry!

I was hoping to wake up this a.m. with a new attitude and a

happy pancreas, but it was not to be! Nothing more

discouraging than to start your day by waking up to take a pill to

relieve the pain.

The pain was there when I went to the doctor's office, but his

unscheduled exam and the resulting grimace brought the

results I needed. The new intensified pain and it's new location

had been of much concern to me, and I don't think that it would

have been wise to wait until my regularly scheduled late

February scan. Last night was a struggle. Due to the delays at

the doctor's office, Austin and I were pushing the clock to get

back home for him to change into his scout uniform and pick up

his balsa wood hand-made rocket for his pack meeting and their

annual Rocket Derby. Pain with me all the way, we dashed

through Sonic for his grilled cheese and arrived at the church,

only to sit through FOUR HOURS of 60+ frenzied, giggling,

screaming and hollering 6-11 year old scouts for the races. This

did not help my already compromised physical condition. And by

the time the 2nd year Webelo's race came, all the 50+ younger

scouts and their parents had left, due to the late hour and it

being a school night. So it was very disappointing for the boys

that there were only a handful left to rally for Austin's group. I

dragged myself home, finally took a Percocet, checked out the

website and then crawled into bed with my heating pad and a

four legged purring foot warmer.

So I can easily see how that poking and proding could set off an

attack, but in this instance, my grimace brought me the attention

that I needed. As it was, my doc's nurse Cruel Carol was trying

to delay my scan even further back into next year, and if I had not

insisted on waiting past closing hours to talk with him, I doubt I

would have gotten these results. She always tries to contol my

appointments, scans, scripts and dosages....contrary to verbal

discussions between the doctor and me, as though she were

the final authority, not him. I have learned the only way to get

results with his office is by personally seeing the doctor. Since

she so effectively shields him from the patients, it is often a hard

thing to do!

Thanks for your concern. I've been feeling pretty down lately, and

it's been hard to put a positive spin on my attitude. That, in itself,

is alarming, since it is very much out of character. Dealing with

the pain on such a continual basis is taking its toll. I may need

to take my doctor up on his earlier offer of anti-depressants (for

pain control) that I turned down on my August appointment.

Now, if I can only get through this CT-scan without another

attack....grrrr....then I will be a happy puppy!

With hope and prayers,

Heidi

Heidi H. Griffeth

SC

Southeastern Representative

Pancreatitis Association, Intl.