Alien Probing

So I felt like the subject of a science experiment today.  And I mean like a PhD thesis project experiment.  The kind that needs A LOT of data to support it.  Much like reports of alien abductions.  I had an appointment at the Khurana Clinic in the Mt. Lebanon section of Pittsburgh.  It was THE longest medical appointment I have ever had.  That includes my tonsillectomy & various other outpatient procedures.  From 9:30 am until 4:00 pm, I was subjected to the drawing of about 8 tubes of blood, a 3-hour blood glucose test (the kind they do for gestational diabetes), an EKG, 3 urine tests, ultrasound exams of various internal organs, and various other standard measurements (height, weight, BP, reflexes, etc).  At one point, I was lying on a table having an ultrasound of my thyroid while a 2nd technician was pricking my finger for my 5th blood glucose reading of the day.  It was a bit overwhelming, but I whole-heartedly embrace their thoroughness.  I was waiting for them to try to do a prostate exam.  Ha.  At 2:30, I finally got to see the doctor.  He talked to me for 1 1/2 hrs.  Seriously.  90 minutes.  A DOCTOR.  I know, it's unbelievable.

Today was the big hurrah of the past few months.  Game 1 of the Championship Series, the first lap of the Grand Prix, or some other dumb sports analogy.  In other words, I like to think it's the beginning of the end.  The end of all of this nonsense.  Please, take buckets of my blood if it means you'll be able to tell me what's going on & treat it successfully.  I have been to several doctors over the past few months & tried to decide the best path.  Like who could really help me vs. who is a shyster vs. who won't treat me like crap, etc.  Today, the right path seems clear.  If this doctor can't help me, for crying out loud, no one can.  My friend who referred me to him (because he helped her daughter) tried to convince me that he was at one time Mother Teresa's doctor.  Ok, yeah right, Bernie.  Mother Teresa's doctor.  Ha.  I'm not sure that I'm buying that, but for some reason, I believe everything that comes out of this man's mouth.  He seems to know everything I'm feeling & why.  I think he must have sold his soul to the devil for all of his knowledge and power.  I'm ok with that.  As long as he lives up to his reputation and my first impression.  We'll see.

I have been on medical leave from work for 3 months & suffering with these severe chronic fatigue symptoms for much longer than that.  I'm done.  This had better be the means to an end to it all, or I'm going to be mad!  Especially since most of it is not covered by insurance.  Hmph.