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Three days ago my mom was talking about what a difference a year makes, and how this time last year she was almost dead because of her gallbladder but this year she feels great.
Two days ago my mom got a twinge of pain in her lower left abdomen as she was going out for her morning bike ride.
Yesterday I went to take her to the lab for a regular blood draw, and she could barely walk because of the pain.
I got her in to see the Physician's Assistant at the doctor's office yesterday afternoon, and the PA suspected either diverticulitis or a kidney stone. Because there was the possibility of a rupture, which is particularly bad for someone on blood thinners, she wanted my mom to go straight to the ER. Twelve hours later, and I just took my mom back home to rest. X-rays found nothing. CT scan found nothing. I am supposed to call the doctor's office as soon as they open and schedule an appointment. Mom is supposed to rest and eat bland food.
Help me out here: When a person is already in the big building with lots of machines that go *ping*, isn't that the better place to be when trying to identify and treat emergent pain? The doctor's office is a nice place, and Dr. Mercado is a nice guy, but he can't possibly have more resources at his fingertips than an entire hospital filled with doctors and specialists and magneto-resonant-whoozie-whatzits.
I just don't get it.
Two days ago my mom got a twinge of pain in her lower left abdomen as she was going out for her morning bike ride.
Yesterday I went to take her to the lab for a regular blood draw, and she could barely walk because of the pain.
I got her in to see the Physician's Assistant at the doctor's office yesterday afternoon, and the PA suspected either diverticulitis or a kidney stone. Because there was the possibility of a rupture, which is particularly bad for someone on blood thinners, she wanted my mom to go straight to the ER. Twelve hours later, and I just took my mom back home to rest. X-rays found nothing. CT scan found nothing. I am supposed to call the doctor's office as soon as they open and schedule an appointment. Mom is supposed to rest and eat bland food.
Help me out here: When a person is already in the big building with lots of machines that go *ping*, isn't that the better place to be when trying to identify and treat emergent pain? The doctor's office is a nice place, and Dr. Mercado is a nice guy, but he can't possibly have more resources at his fingertips than an entire hospital filled with doctors and specialists and magneto-resonant-whoozie-whatzits.
I just don't get it.