This morning I had my first appointment with the ENT specialist. I had no idea what was going to happen, just that I had the appointment. On my way to William Beaumont Army Medical Center, this poor guy flagged me down right outside the entrance. He had brought his neighbor to WBAMC and his truck ran out of gas. Nobody there had been willing to help, except the security guard who had a gasoline jug but no extra money. This guy is almost in full blown tears on the phone with his wife (they live in Horizon City). I told him I would help. I took him to an ATM and got out money for gas and dropped him off by his truck to wait for the security guard with the gas jug. It made my day knowing I could help. He helped his neighbor, I helped him. Pay it forward. I live by that.
Anyway, I help this guy and make it to my appointment with time to spare. I get signed in and taken back shortly after. Dr. Werth introduces himself and we go through the whole deal on why I am here, when did this start, etc. Then I about died of shock when he asked 'Have you ever swallowed kerosene or drain-o?'. Um, no.. is this a routine question? It was a routine question apparently for situations like mine. How weird. It just makes you wonder how many people have answered 'yes' to it. At that point he asked another question - 'Have you ever made yourself throw up?'. I dropped my head, started crying, and shook my head yes. Then I told him about the eating disorders, cried some more, and asked if the acid from throwing up could have something to do with this. The answer made me so sad. Yes, it could be part of the problem. I always knew it could have been, but until the doctor said that, I always tried to push that thought out of my head. Something from my past is now haunting my future - again. Great.
Then walks in the nice nurse. In his hand, a tube. Turns out that tube was part of this examination. The doctors shows me a picture of where he is going to insert it and how it will work. He sprays my nose with this local anesthetic and about 5 minutes later it was numb enough to begin. Conner didn't like this part. He thought the doctor was hurting me. And I'm not going to lie, it DID hurt. So he puts this tube through my nose and down into my throat all the way do to my voicebox. He said it spasms a little when I swallow, meaning it contracts too much. However, this doesn't give us an answer of WHY so I have to see another specialist. I have an appointment in the morning with my PCM to go over my blood results and next steps for the possible diabetes and thyroid issues and at that appointment she will decide the next steps for my esophagus. Should be interesting.
After I finished up with the doctor, I headed to the housing office to turn in the paperwork they need for us to move into our new house. Thank God I went in. When I got back there and told them I had all the paperwork ready for them, she told me that they lady I spoke with on the phone during emergency leave (who had told me I had a house and could move in the 18th) didn't actually put us down for that house. Greaaaat. So here I go with the tears again. I tell her I only have until the end of this month to find a place to live. She made a few calls, and viola! A house had now been reserved for us. Still in the same housing area I was promised over the phone, just a different road. The only thing is that this house isn't going to be available until the 29th.. which gives me 2 days to move. And it's during the middle of the week, which means Chris will be in the field and I have to move by myself. Lovely. She gave me an assignment letter to give to his COC when they come back from the field. Now I just have to see if they will actually let him help me move or if I'm on my own.
This has already been an interesting day and it isn't even noon yet.
Love, Me.
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