eosinophilic esophagitis under a microscope
Let’s chat about that EGD I had two weeks ago (thanks for all the lovin’ and concern).
Long story short:
I got the EGD on Wednesday.
Out-patient thing. I’m hilarious while on drugs and I like to ask the same questions over and over – “Is it serious?” “What time is it?”
The doctor doesn’t give us much info. He wants to see me back in his office to talk about treatment, and he wants Forrest to be there with me. Apparently that’s why I thought it could be serious.
Have the follow-up appointment on Friday. I have
eosinophilic esophagitis. Treatable: watch my diet, medication, occasional esophageal dilation. It’s a life-long thing.
So, the reason the doctor wants Forrest there:
Because it’s serious? No.
Because I’m an incompetent woman and I need my husband there, so he can translate what eosinophilic esophagitis is and how we’re going to treat it? No.
To shoot the breeze; he’s a doctor and Forrest is going to medical school in the state he went to medical school? And he really likes New York? And he knows we’re going to love it? And you kind of get the feeling he wants to hide in our moving truck? Yes.
Just making sure you knew, because I was kinda freaked out when he wanted Forrest to be there. “Is it serious?”
Esophagus issues - check.
Now I just need to get my lower back completely fixed (one more round of physical therapy, here I come!), my jaw fixed (TMJ’s the pits), and Lasik.
Then I’ll start training for a triathlon. Mwahaha! It’s fun to use sarcasm when we’re chatting about health. After all, isn’t laughter the best medicine?