Next week, I go in for a colonoscopy/ endoscopy because I still hurt like hell most of the time and a lot of it is centered around my guts — aside from that whole breathing thing. Speaking of that breathing thing, I saw a “sleep” specialist yesterday and they want me to do a home sleep study… like strap a bunch of stuff on myself and “sleep normally” for one night. Okaaaay. The doctor I saw yesterday wants me to see yet another specialist — an Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor because he (the sleep doctor) is concerned about the size of my airways. The doctor who ordered the colonoscopy/endoscopy wants me to have an MRI too. And thus, the cycle continues.
I know, I know, the last time I went through a round of tests like this, I said, “That’s it! I’m through with doctors! No more! I’m tired of being poked and prodded and nothing coming of it!” and I meant it at the time. I totally did. But there comes a time when it just gets to be too much for one person to bear and I just need to see — one more time — if a new set of eyes can figure out what’s causing all of this. And, maybe, this time they can help.