The Big Screwup

I just f-ed up my entire doctor's appt. I had never met the doctor I saw, and I had to name my condition and the type of stones I had 3 or 4 times before he literally said, "OOooOOooh....I get it. I understand." Hmmm, are you sure?

So, before long I was completely flustered, and even though I was able to rattle off everything I was experiencing, he basically wrote up a kidney stone work-up. CT scan with contrast. I was so wigged out, I was like, "Uh, I've had like two this year...but okay." Can you believe I was that complacent? He did order a urine dip stick thing to make sure I didn't have a UTI. Duh, that was clear. I totally forgot to ask for a BUN draw!! GRRRRR. My social anxiety wasn't helping clear my mind either.

Then I had a run-in with some crazy Marine-hating motorcycle dude in San Carlos on the way to the pharmacy. Had to call the police and everything. (Note to self. Always have pepper spray at the ready.) So they didn't catch him, I gave my police report, finally came home after stopping by CVS for some much-needed Zofran, and my regular doctor calls. Uh oh...all of a sudden I knew what this was going to be about.

She was basically irritated because that doctor ordered my 3rd or 4th CT scan of the year. She asked what I told him, I replayed the scene, and then she was like, "Well all you needed was a creatinine (sp) check, right?" My brain was foggy and I couldn't find the words to tell her about the BUN too, but I was totally whatever at this point. Totally felt like an asshole-hypochondriac.

So then she placed the order and out of concern, asked if I would drive down to Stanford since all the clinics were closed. I tried to go, but I just had to write her to say my hubby will have to drive me down first thing in the morning. For now I'll be keeping an eye on my urine output. I'm too freaked out to drive, and my husband is exhausted. Tomorrow morning, it is.

Oh - when I checked in, I had a low, 100.1 fever too. Temperature is something I totally forgot to check. Duh. I guess I can hold off until it gets up to 103 like it did last time they shut down.

So that's my crappy story. I wish I could rewind today and totally start over. I love my GP to bits, and this has more to do with my social anxiety and meeting new doctors, but I really wish I didn't have to deal with doctors as often as I do. Teach me how to give myself a bolus IV at home (I've read lots of people with cystinuria do this), magically make Zofran an OTC drug, magically make BUN/creatinine testing as easy as a home diabetic blood sugar test, give me pre-drawn shots of Toradol, and I can take care of myself until I need to go to the ER.

So here I am, back to gulping liquids and my hands are starting to feel stiff again - my precursor to swelling. Dr. G. said to go to the ER if I start swelling up again. Hopefully it will stop here. Need to check my ankles. Seriously though I'd rather croak in the comfort of my own bed than go back on the road tonight. Ugh.