Today was another “these things only happen to me” day. I had a follow-up with my general practitioner, who was only able to get the radiology report and not the actual CT scans from last week, thanks to our government’s privacy regulations. (Don’t even get me started about how I feel about the government having any involvement in my health care to begin with!) So now I have to pick up the disk myself, hand-carry it to my GP, and by then it will have been another week of belly achin’.
My GP is not completely convinced that I don’t have a hernia. He acknowledges the possibility that it’s an injury to the scar tissue causing the pain, but he also said that it’s possible they didn’t do precise enough imaging, or they may have not imaged the right area. The pain is tricky for me to locate – the CT scan tech had me put a little sticker where I thought the pain was, but since last Thursday it has moved a good 2″ north and west of where I originally felt it. So – I’m probably in for more imaging, depending on what my GP sees once I can bypass all privacy red tape and actually show the scans to him. But there is also a good chance that I will be faced with two choices: wait and see, or go back to life as normal, yoga and everything, and try to make the darned thing rupture (my suggestion, acknowledged but not endorsed as a possibility by my doctor). I’m not thrilled with either option, and frankly, am leaning toward the latter. Let’s get this thing over with already!
Meanwhile, I’m spending more time lying flat on my back than I have since… the adrenalectomy! It’s the only time that the pain goes almost completely away; the rest of the time it’s as if I have a constant stitch in my side, mixed up with occasional sharp pains if I move the wrong way, and – best of all, feeling my pulse in my stomach nonstop by the end of each day. All of which is unpleasant enough that I actually look forward to DOING NOTHING since it makes it all temporarily stop. I’m not thrilled about the enforced down time, but Call the Midwife and Doc Martin have actually been making it a little more tolerable. A little.
ETA: an update – scans have been reviewed and reviewed and reviewed, and there is clearly NO hernia. I’m still having a bit of pain but it is MUCH better, and I’ve been given the go-ahead to go back to one yoga class a week, modified to avoid certain movements. Yay!