Today at the Medical Artistry Kingdom, I was given a barium swallow. They force you to wear a tie-in-the-back-so-your-ass-hangs-out medical gown and stand in front of an x-ray machine and guzzle a chalky, thick berry-flavoured barium shake while they photograph it sliding down your esophagus. I got to watch white metallic goo tumble down to my tummy, in a bent sort of way. Indeed, my esophagus has been found! It runs next to my bendy sternum in my chest cavity! Hurrah!
I also had a CT scan but was prohibited by HIPAA laws from seeing my horseshoe-shaped thorax in all its pectusy glory. Feh! I really want to see it. Friends at the pectusinfo.com website often post photos of their pectusy chests, as well as CT scans, so there! I want to be part of the Salsa Bowl Champions. I want a trophy for deepest pectus.
T'is deep.
We had dinner with Bob's parentals this evening at the local soul food jamboree, which was tasty. I had grilled fish which sort of reminded me of Old People's FishTM. Served Fridays in the cafeteria. But it started out being tasty. My salad was wilted. I can't always get what I want, I suppose.
I love Bob.
Posted by Zerd at May 25, 2006 10:31 PM