After an endless bout of kidney stones and infections, I asked my doctor if I should see a specialist.
She agreed, and I made an appt with a urologist, enjoying the fun and delight that is a fasting IVP first.
The results of my IVP?
Normal. No kidney stones.
I was chagrined, to say the least. How can the repairman fix the repair if he can’t see where it’s broken?
I go see the urologist, who does a preliminary exam and scheduled me for a cytoscopy.
Then, before the cytoscopy, I experience a pain on the right side of my middle back. The last time I shrugged that pain off, I ended up scaring my co-workers half to death and getting an ambulance ride to the hospital with another kidney stone. I go to the doctor and get my now-monthly dose of Cipro. There were some white blood cells in the urine sample.
The evening before the cytoscopy, her office calls to reschedule. My next appointment is later this month.
A few days after that, I get the lab results in the mail from my last Cipro-requesting appointment.
Results, normal.
So, obviously I am just a crazy person who is imagining things. I’m tempted to cancel my doctor’s appointment for the cytoscopy. It will probably be a waste of time.
Ivylad is ordering me to keep the appointment. Imagine, ordering me! Who the hell does he think he is? (Oh, yeah, someone who promised to love and cherish me.)
So, Dopers, am I a crazy hypochondriac wasting everybody’s time, or am I just a mystery yet to be unraveled?