Seems I developed a very bad reaction Wednesday. Later in the day I suffered extreme nausea and vertigo, and a few other symptoms that are less obvious. First off a thirst that couldn't be quenched, my urine turned yellow, very yellow and a fever. I didn't feel good and sleeping seemed to be a relief. Slept pretty much from Wednesday afternoon to Thursday morning. Thursday I got a doctor's appointment for what I thought was the flu. Today the fever is all but gone, never had the body aches and the pain in my upper chest is still there. After breakfast this morning I felt uncomfortable, right where the biliary stent is. (I'm learning medical terms now just to keep up with the situation.) I called my primary care physician and appraised him of the situation. His office called me back to get the number of the doctor who placed the stent. So I looked his number up on the internet and called them back and gave him the proper spelling of his name and phone number.
Phone calls are ensuing. Primarily to my gastroenterologist who placed the stent. I have a while before this comes to any sort of climax. But worst case I may end up back in surgery early next week. May be an opportunity to take a close look at the pancreas and see what the situation is there as well. Beats hell out of a CT scan. They couldn't even see the tumor/mass in the last CT scan but they said it was the same size. Yeah, this from the guy who said I had a mass in the middle of my pancreas until my oncologist called him back and made him re-evaluate the reading. Modern medicine, two steps removed from shaking neck bones of a chicken onto a floor painted with sacred symbols. And we already spend 20% of our GDP on health care.
Check back for details folks.
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