I got in today. The nurse on the phone sounded again reluctant, at which point I played the trump card of the Urgent Care doctor having said upper-GI inflammation and that I was to be seen in GI on Tuesday. Oh. She let me in.
I adore the doctor I got in to see. Nancy, she’s the one your shawl went to. (And she was not there Friday.)
It might not be a new flare; it might be an adhesion from the surgery. Or a fistula. Or even another blockage (don’t think so). CT scan tomorrow with the requisite fasting and pre-procedure meds.
Meantime, here are a couple of chick flicks for those so interested. The second is of last year’s banding, with the parents screaming past the guy’s head every few seconds–you can tell why he’s wearing a hard helmet!