Wait and See
Or I Don’t Think the Camera is Supposed to go There!
Quick thanks to all the people who sent me nice messages and what not. It was nice to receive and I appreciate it. Also, I do not think I am dying.
In case you missed the last post, here is a quick recap:
I pooped blood, went to the doctor, got a finger up the butt, and am going to see another doctor to get more stuff done, probably to my butt.
Ok, you’re caught up.
Today I went to see the other doctor. The experience was more of the same: What brings you in? Fill out this paper. Sit over there. This time I brought a Wired magazine that I hadn’t read yet, so the time passed a lot faster.
I wasn’t seeing the doc today, instead I saw the PA, which is better. PAs tend to be friendlier and more hands on than doctors. Except that last doc. She couldn’t keep her finger out of my butt.
We talked about what has been going on. I described in detail what my poops looked like. The words I used were “Like a tree trunk in a lake of blood.” She appreciated my description and asked me questions:
“Does it hurt here?”
