Too much info is not a good thing
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I'll admit, I like medicine. I like the field of medicine. I find it fascinating, how the body works, the mysteries of what could go wrong and how to diagnose it. I like medical shows on TV. I do, however, get grossed out by blood and guts and what we call kishkes, and I block out that part of the TV with my hand. Which explains why I never pursued medicine as a profession.
So when something isn't functioning normally in my body, of course I look it up. On the internet, in books, whatever. I like to be an informed patient.
So my liver has been hurting. How do I know it's my liver, you ask? Am I just over-reacting and being a hypochondriac?
Well, I had liver parasites in Africa. I was a Peace Corps volunteer in Liberia, I swam in the wrong place, I had little parasites crawl through my skin and go through my bloodstream and make themselves at home in my liver and intestines. Where they caused symptoms. So that I became quite familiar with my liver, and how it feels when it hurts.
Reading up on liver pain is not a good idea. There are too many serious things that could be wrong. Of course, there are some minor things that could go wrong, too, but of course I don't focus on that. Only the horribly awful things. So I'm worrying. And worrying.
But DH came to radiology with me, I had an ultrasound, and then we spent the rest of the day on St. John - with a wonderful ferry ride, a nice lunch.
And hopefully my dr will call with the results, so I can stop worrying.