A Road Less Travelled

It’s early morning on December 24th. (Early for me, anyway, and I’ve kind of been up for an hour already.) A kind of sickly gray light is starting to filter through my blinds as I listen to sound of icicles dripping into slush and sip my barium contrast in preparation for a CT scan. This is the berry flavored kind, which seems less chalky than the pina colada kind I got in the hospital, though it’s still a bit slimy.

Since my last update here I’ve been in to see the doctor with a possible kidney infection, been treated for a bladder infection, and been back in to the doctor because the bladder infection is gone or getting better, but the pain isn’t. And when I say pain, I mean ibuprofen has become my new best friend. Current theory is that this is an abscess from the appendectomy and following infection. At this point I’m not rooting for any particular outcome, I’m just hoping the CT scan will tell us for sure what is so we can fix it.

Later:
I’ve had my CT scan, and I’m home waiting to hear the results. I got to look over the slides, and I think the caterpillar and tree frog that appear to be living between my internal organs could be the problem. Uh, those things are surprisingly hard to read.

I tried very hard to come up with words for how being in pain at Christmas actually makes me appreciate it more (though I really wouldn’t complain about not being in pain anymore…), but nothing quite sounded like what I meant. I did however find this verse to Joy to the World, which is very close to what I wanted to say:

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.