Yesterday I accompanied Scott to the hospital for a CT scan of his kidneys. An X-ray taken a few months ago indicated the presence of a large kidney stone, while an ultrasound was inconclusive. I wasn't keen on him getting a CT scan, as our GP had warned us that the radiation from a single CT scan was equivalent to something like 500 chest X-rays, or 4.5 years of normal radiation exposure. Even the urologist told Scott that the scan would be negative. Scott elected to have the scan anyway, just to be sure.
Scott has a 2.5 cm stone in his left kidney. It cannot be passed and cannot be destroyed with lithotripsy, so surgery is the only option. The image above is a scan of a 1 cm stone. (We did not get copies of the images from Scott's CT scan, so I downloaded someone else's scan from the web.) Scott's surgery is scheduled for mid-June.
I snapped some shots of Scott in his hospital gown, but I fear the retribution I would suffer if I were to post them here.
As if the bad news wasn't enough, Scott underwent a two-hour root canal yesterday evening. The dentist wanted to quit halfway through and schedule another appointment, but Scott made funny noises and produced spittle in such a way as to convey that stopping was not an option. At one point I wandered into the room to see how Scott was faring. The dentist said, "You should feel sorry for me, not him. Me. I deserve cookies." Frankly, I think the thousands of dollars in insurance payments that the doc has received are payment enough. Thank goodness for medical and dental benefits.
I snapped some shots of Scott in his hospital gown, but I fear the retribution I would suffer if I were to post them here.
As if the bad news wasn't enough, Scott underwent a two-hour root canal yesterday evening. The dentist wanted to quit halfway through and schedule another appointment, but Scott made funny noises and produced spittle in such a way as to convey that stopping was not an option. At one point I wandered into the room to see how Scott was faring. The dentist said, "You should feel sorry for me, not him. Me. I deserve cookies." Frankly, I think the thousands of dollars in insurance payments that the doc has received are payment enough. Thank goodness for medical and dental benefits.
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I'm laughing...I know I shouldn't be...
I'm laughing now, too. Scott called me from work this morning and asked if I could try to change his surgery date from a Tuesday to a Thursday, thinking that this would allow him to only miss two days of work. When I called the clinic, the medical receptionist said, "Men!" and stressed that Scott could expect to be off for a whole week.
Coincidentally, today we were asked to submit our vacation requests at work. I now get to request "vacation" time to look after Scott while he recuperates.
And I'm looking for a man why?????
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