Here are a few things I've learned in the interim:
- You CAN get good, friendly help at a hospital these days.
- You can buy your prescriptions from a vending machine, right inside the hospital.
- Backless hospital gowns do NOT make you feel sexy.
- One of the many reasons I did not become a doctor is that there are things you have to do and see when examining your patients that surely must try your patience.
I was welcomed to the hospital, filled out some paperwork, went to an examination room, got seen by the physician's assistant, then the doc. Had some tests, and an X-ray. Got the results, chatted about them with the doc. All in all a very civilized treatment.
The very nice doc I was examined by thought it might be a kidney stone. I'm not completely buying it. I think it might have been the reuben sandwich I ate in Cedar Rapids, Iowa on Thursday afternoon--Cedar Rapids is not world famous for the freshness of its pastrami. But who the heck knows. So far the tests are showing it's nothing serious and I am very cool with that.
I think I am on the mend now. And we'll be home before you read this, so I am sure to be all better and fully blog-operational as soon as possible.
Special thanks to the kind folks at the Pella Regional Health Center. The next time I'm sick I hope it's in Pella.