Good old country fun!

Puppy, flower and I had a super magnificent drive home. Taking goofy pictures of puppy lifted my spirits. Especially the one of him on the tractor (you have to look close). This row of mailboxes was on the side of the highway and there wasn't a house in sight. Totally cool. The huge tub toy taking up the lane was awesome! The beautiful country drive was something very unexpected and I don't mind at all that I have to drive back through it. It just seems like a five day visit at the Mayo Clinic only got me one colon x-ray and that sucks. And why didn't they have soap in the bathroom afterwards? I mean I can see why because when you think your done, your not done, another gallon of white barium comes out. I finally sat there for about 10 minutes, and let me tell ya, very good decision. That bathroom is the bowel emptying capital of the hospital. If they can't keep that soap dispenser full then they need TWO soap dispensers. If they can't keep two full then they need THREE---Besides, most of patients in this place are old and how much do you want to bet that most of them didn't shower before they came here. I mean no disrespect, I understand, a night of bowel prep is brutal on anyone. Old, bowel prep, ten minutes of gut emptying, no soap. I can't think about this anymore. I kinda don't want to go back to the Mayo Clinic at all. My sister in law and a good friend urged me to get this MRI. I looked online and I am thrilled to report that there is no radiation used in an MRI. Yippee. Maybe I'll get a second opinion from a general surgeon while I'm there.

The doctor I trust here locally said a year ago that he recommends laproscopic surgery to find out what's going on. He suspected scar tissue problems. All of the tests for other things came back negative before the SMA catscan. Then I couldn't find a surgeon to do it because of infection rates and the SMA syndrome possibility. I went through Dr. I Don't Care, Dr. I Can't Help You, Dr. Can't Fit You In. Now I'm like maimed. My instincts are that I need them to look inside to find out why four inches above my belly button is trying to kill me. When I am in the most pain I can feel a pull that ends on the right side of my belly button where I had scar tissue after the last surgery. Either I do have that SMA thing or the scar tissue is trying to kill me. I don't know what the state of infection problems vs. my being sick over HALF OF THE TIME outcome should be. Talking to one other doctor while I'm there is a great idea. Hope one can fit me in. Besides, a surgeon would be the one to know the risks of not going in. Maybe in today's world, and from what I've seen of hospitals, I may be better off maimed to this degree. Definitely don't want to be worse. But I also don't want to die from something that could've been prevented, or okay, maybe not die, maybe end up in a nursing home sooner than expected. Lovely.

Wah, I need to finish editing my Surgery Girl book and get them assembled and get them out there for sale so I can make tons of money while my body slowly or quickly falls apart. I need maids, helpers, drivers, soup makers, foot rubbers, and security guards.