First, mom finally remembered when she swallowed that needle, and I’m irritated with myself that I didn’t guess it myself?
A couple of days before she started complaining of pain, mom called with a hoarse voice, saying she’d swallowed a hard bit of crust on a cookie, and scratched her throat. Well, in fact, she’d found a needle on her kitchen floor, put it on the counter, and made cookies with a graham cracker crust, that the needle somehow got mixed into.
Moving forward: the doctor she was working with thought it had been left in during a previous surgery, and was in no danger of moving because it was encapsulated in scar tissue. Multiple calls to his office went unanswered and unreplied, thanks to the holiday season. Her pain continued. Finally she woke up in the middle of the night on Christmas eve, having somehow subconsciously put all the pieces together, and realised when she had swallowed the needle, which made the story very different. But she still couldn’t reach her doctor, and by this point she was pretty sure she didn’t want to trust him with her health, since he didn’t seem concerned about it anyway. So she talked to a doctor at her church on Sunday (she barely knew him, but desperation is great incentive for an introduction), who finally - out of all the people she’d talked to - seemed concerned for her welfare, and he told her to bring her CT scans and meet him at the ER after church. Somebody at the church called a friend who went in to work and got the CT films at the closed radiology office (remarkable really), and when she got to the ER she was asked "Are you the needle lady? and they took her right in.
Well, one endoscopy, one colonoscopy, and two laparoscopic incisions later, the needle was found to have migrated through the wall of her stomach or intestinal tract and lodged itself in the wall of her gall bladder. So all’s well that ends well. Except that it might have turned out very different.
Poor mom. They could have dealt with it days earlier, but hey, Christmas is really important. Can’t miss that. And after all, she was only in pain, she could wait.
I oughtta put this in the Pit.