I had fun in Radiology arguing with the receptionist. My CT orders were for an abdominal and pelvic scan, so when I handed her the papers she whipped out the berry flavored barium and tried to give it to me.
For those of you who have never had to drink barium, you are lucky. Due to all my innard difficulties, I've been made to drink it several times. It usually goes something like this..
Gulp Gulp Gulp
Sneak off to dump rest of barium down toilet.
We went back and forth a few times about my taking the barium ( I had my hands stuck under my armpits, mouth tightly closed, and was shaking my head back and forth like a two year old) when it was finally understood for renal imaging I didn't have to drink any. WOOHOO!!!!
And I can go back to work this week. Which is good, 'cause I'm broke and have killed all my brain cells watching daytime TV. Ok, so all those narcotics last week may have killed some off, too. I swear there's about three days I have no recollection of.
I don't think the pugs will be happy when I go back to work tomorrow night. They've been enjoying hanging out and Boy Pug was so appalled when the diaper got thunked back on him when I went to the doctor today.