Greetings, my fellow port-swillers!
For those of you interested (well, even for those of you not interested, since you’re reading this far anyway), I will report that at my visit to the gastro-intestinal doctress yesterday (how is it that ol’ Robbo always winds up finding attractive lady medicos, do you suppose?), it was definitively stated that, yes, an endoscopy is warranted to find out what exactly is going on in the ol’ tummy. So that’s all set up for mid-January. In the meantime, it’s more or less stay on the meds and deal with it.
The good news is that the doctress did not feel there was any particular need to, as it were, have a look up the other end, and that I could wait another few years before enjoying that particular experience. And if the receptionist’s reaction was anything to go by as I was scheduling upcoming events, apparently not volunteering for a colonscopy if not needed is quite the joke among G/I office staff.
The Port Stands At Your Elbow 
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November 23, 2011 at 3:32 pm
diane
Maybe cute lady doctors make up for the indignities they inflict? I know it works the other way around for me.
Speaking of the other way around, I ran screaming at the thought of an endoscopy, but the colonoscopy wasn’t a big deal, other than their not being able to find a vein (well, duh – eliminate (pun intended) everything from my system and don’t let me drink water the morning of the test – what do you expect?).
On the plus side, the unintended nap and following night’s sleep after the colonoscopy were the best sleep I’ve had in years.
November 23, 2011 at 5:41 pm
Robbo
Yes, I think it’s not at all an unreasonable trade-off.