It Takes Guts

Just thought I'd give you a lil update on the state of my guts. I did the cleanse after all. It was pretty gross and produced satisfactorily disgusting results. Results is the key word here, though. It did work and quite well. The pain under my ribs subsided significantly.

The bloating and gas, however were not shifted. So I caved, coughed up the 40€ (convert that here) and saw the doc who told me that because I've only been in agony a week he won't refer me to a gastroenterologist. Nope. I get to take an over the counter antacid for two more weeks, just to prolong the agony. If that doesn't work, he'll reconsider. Fucker.

So, it looks as though we're back to the original plan of waiting for a crisis and turning up at Accident and Emergency at the hospital. Wish I'd done reconnaissance in A & E while I was an inpatient... at least I'd know when to turn up to avoid the crowds.

In the meantime, I am working on a rant inspired by receiving yet another mass email recounting the "good ole days". My apologies to Buffalo if my ire spilled over into my comment on your blog. I think this will be my first non-familial spew. I hope you aren't disappointed.

In other news, I had a mock examination in preparation for next week's real exam in Business Awareness and Professional Conduct (part of my massage therapy certification for those of you not keeping score at home) and managed a 96. Not too shabby for a girl who didn't study. Then again, it's the same girl who brought home a 3.9GPA from college (that's out of four for you European types) and was met with, "You couldn'ta got that other point one, eh darlin'?" Yeah, thanks Dad.