I walked out of there all cool and cucumberish, then got into my car and started bawling.
This GI is amazing, I continue to be super-impressed by him. I am also scared out of my wits, however! Lost another 6 pounds since my last visit to him (three weeks ago); now down to 123. I am literally covered head-to-toe in the most horrific, unexplained bruises that look make me look like I just walked out of the Twilight Zone. Diarrhea continues unabated, of course. So he brings in like 29384 other doctors (okay, it was just two others - but it was a small room!) and we start having this big ol' medical party and then I realized, "Oh man, this would be fun, pretending to be a doctor, except I'm the patient at the moment." Then they started throwing around these vaguely familiar terms like "balloon enteroscopy" and "vasculitis" and "ANA" and I just lost them then.
After some machismo was vented, they set me up for a double whammy double-balloon enteroscopy/colonoscopy for this Friday morning (seems almost fishy having it scheduled so quickly - am I right or am I right?). In the meantime, the extensive bloodwork consists of a CBC, CMP, folate, ferritin, B12, vitamin D, pANCA, ANA, pre-albumin, amylase, lipase, carotene, INR, and "bleeding time," where they check to see how long it takes me to clot.
I'm just like...what the heck. I can't even think.