The Gastro Doc and a Wardrobe Malfunction

I had a little procedure done on Nov 30th.  Just an upper GI scope to check on some stomach pain and issues that I'd been having for quite a while.  It wasn't a big deal, as far as procedures go, but they sure did load me up on the sleepy meds!  I slept for pretty much 24 hours after words.  Yikes!

Anyway, I went back for my follow up appointment yesterday.  And I was nervous about it.  Working for the doctor who referred me to the Gastro Doc meant that, when the procedure report came in to our office, I had access to it.  Now, the report wasn't anything more than a report of what the doctor saw during the procedure and what was done.  There was no pathology report back yet, nothing definite as far as a diagnosis.  But, there was enough in the wording of the report, and enough "information" that I found on the good, old internet, that I was nervous about the appointment.

I didn't really grasp just how "nervous" I was about that appointment until I was sitting in the waiting room at the Gastro Doc's office.   I happened to look down towards my feet.  And, sitting there all alone, I started to giggle.  Just a little bit, because I figured if I giggled too much they were for sure going to do more than just tell me about my Gastro issues!

There, on my feet, were white tennis shoes.  They were covering fluffy, pink breast cancer ribbon socks.  Which matched up well with the black slacks that I was wearing.  So far so good, right?  (Well, except for maybe that whole white tennis shoes with black slacks thing!)  Moving on up, I was wearing a black and white shirt...... with a Red sweater over it.  Around my neck was a Purple and Green scarf.  I was colorful enough to be on an episode of just about any bad sitcom ever made!  Pink socks, red sweater, and green/purple scarf!  Oh goodness.  I definitely was NOT thinking when I got ready to go to that appointment.

So, my very colorful self sat there, in the waiting room...... waiting, of course.... trying not to giggle out loud.  I texted a friend about my Wardrobe Malfunction.  She thought that perhaps, instead of meds, the good doc could give me a clothing voucher to somewhere fancy.... like Good Will, perhaps!  Giggle!  Chuckle!  Snort!  heheheheeee


The result of all of that was that I wasn't nervous any more by the time I got called back to talk to the good doc.  And my nervousness wasn't really warranted anyway.  I have H-pylori infection in my stomach.  I've actually had that before.  A couple of antibiotics and some good antacids, and I should be good to go!

Well, unless someone can give me a good medicine to help me with Wardrobe Malfunctions!!!