Wanna hear something gross?
I visited my new GI doctor today. I’d never been to one before, so wasn’t sure what to expect.
What I found were some arrogant remarks from the doctor that made me feel stupid, but that seems all too normal these days from doctors. Right?
We discussed the gluten and Celiac Disease.
But, he came up with a different diagnosis that I didn’t see coming.
Isn’t that something my cat would get?
He seems to think since I can pinpoint the exact week it started (our vacation in Gatlinburg), that I must have picked something up there.
I still got him to at least run a blood test for Celiac Disease, just in case. I’ll know those results next week.
I start my antibiotics to get rid of the parasite today. I told myself I wouldn’t, but I did google parasites and look at pictures. That makes me feel queasy!
However, I’m not entirely sure this is what I have; I mean, all he did was ask me some questions, touch my stomach, and say “Parasite.”
After two weeks of medicine, we’ll see if he’s right.
PS: I mentioned to Reid that I need to name my little friend. He replied with, “No! It’s not like there’s a chipmunk inside you!” Now that would be interesting!
PSS: Is this what I get for sharing a hot tub with a raccoon?
PSSS: If this really is a parasite, it’s a little funny that I get it now. In college, I swam in the Cahaba river, which we all swore we’d grow a third arm someday from that nasty water. But nothing happened. And now I have a parasite from who knows where.