I’m back from the proctologist and MRI. As expected, the proctologist appointment wasn’t great. After waiting a bit, I went into a private room where a student nurse told me about the procedure. They gave me a consent form and I didn’t sign it, I wanted to talk to the doctor first. After she left, I waited..and waited..and waited until finally he came in. His English was a bit off and he was impatient. One thing that was bizarre was this conversation:
Me: “I think my tailbone is injured from the sport I used to play where I fell down a bunch of times”
Him: “You think? Or you know? You have to know. How am I supposed to treat you if you don’t know?”
Well gee, what am I supposed to say? Yes, I’m 100% positive that that’s what caused the problem? If that was the case, why should I need to see you twits when I can diagnose myself? Cripes!
He didn’t have much in the personality department. After a little while he lightened up a little bit, but not by that much.
Anyways, I was super nervous and the student nurse (who looked pretty bored the entire time) told me that if I ever wanted the process to stop, I could say stop. He did an exterior and interior ‘gloved’ exam and that was pretty much it for me! They hurt like HELL!
I don’t usually back out of medical (or uncomfortable vanity stuff like waxing) appointments, but after those initial exams, there was no way I was consenting to moving on to freaky proctology equipment. I was still in waaay to much pain from my injury!
Thankfully, the MRI appointment this morning was much better and the people at the hospital more pleasant. The radiologist ran me through the process, asked me a bunch of questions and then I asked her some questions about her job. I took a career questionnaire a few years ago and the career that was most suited to me was radiologist. I’m not sure if I’ll get into that field, but it was nice to get some clarity on what would be involved education wise.
When it was my turn, I was laid down on a board and they put me in a large tube that felt pretty claustrophobic for the first twenty minutes. Then all these noises come on, loud beeps and drilling for about two-three minute intervals, but they were partially muted by headphones they gave me. It lasted for about thirty minutes, the last ten of which I got to listen to the radio through my headphones. The technician informed me that my photos turned out so well that they didn’t need to inject me with radioactive dye. Yay!
So that’s that. Now I just have to wait for the results to go to the doctor at the clinic and we’ll take it from there. I hope its good news!