I made it back from my appointment with the liver specialist. Of course when you go to doctors now a days, it seems you always meet an intern first. I began to feel like a contestant on a game show. Now what shall I call it? Not sure what to call it but I felt like I was part of a speed round with questions like--- What are the medicines you are taking? And since I am proactive when it comes to my health, I fired the answers back at him. Maybe a little too fast for Junior because he asked, “What was the one after Atripla?” And I answered back sweetly, “Uh, that would be Ziagen” and I began spelling it for him. Then he went on to tell me that they were waiting for the results of my cat scan to be faxed over and that the doctor would be with me shortly. And out the door he went. Not a minute later, Junior was back with another question, “What was your last cd4 count?” You’re going to have to do better than that Sunshine, if you’re going to try to stump me. I politely smiled and said, “401 in February”. This was beginning to be fun and it did cause me to relax a little. Back out the door went Junior.


A few minutes passed and Junior was back again but this time with a wicked little grin on his face. He went on to tell me that they needed to do a quick little test to check for something, I forget what it was called. What stuck with me was the fact that the test consisted of him sticking his finger up my ass.Or there was option B which consisted of me mailing them in a stool sample. Payback was a bitch and Junior got his because I was not with sending feces through the mail. I had to admit, Junior won me over even though his finger was in my ass. And it was over before I had a chance to complain. He was gone again.

When he returned, he had the specialist with him who indeed had me stumped with all the medical jargon he was using. All I understood was that I needed to get a sonogram done of my liver and gallbladder as well as a colonoscopy done. Junior must’ve relayed my fears about a biopsy being done because the specialist made a joke about he’ll be in and out before I knew it. Did I mention I was not amused by his joke, not that it mattered because he was gone before I could even ask a question. It was just me and Junior again. So I asked him to explain to me what the specialist had said which was, the cat scan showed some type of thickness on my intestinal wall along with a shadow of something. What they are not sure of yet which is why they want to do the colonoscopy. But they also want to do the sonogram to check my gallbladder and liver to see what the lump is I am feeling. When Junior checked me, he couldn’t feel any lumps and in a polite kind of way, hinted that it may be fat that has accumulated. I think Junior was just trying to get me back for that humiliation I handed him during our game show speed round.

The sonograms are scheduled for next week sometime and the colonoscopy is scheduled for June 5th. Let the games begin.....