Getting Pee-vish

It's been another interesting week, which included pre-testing for Mr. Ginley's upcoming procedure, a ride in an NEMT to get there, and a phone call from his neurologist.

Here's lookin' at you, Kid*

First things first. NEMT (Non-Emergency Medical Transportation) is used for folks who need to get to doctor appointments or wherever without leaving their wheelchair. It's not cheap, but it's worth every penny to ensure your loved one gets where they're going without falling, which would result in another trip to the emergency room.

And none of us wants that.

The NEMT guy came to the door and helped Mark and I wheel Mr. down the ramp, then loaded him into the back of the van. I got to sit up front. We were delivered to the front entrance of the facility, where we checked in and waited to be processed.

At the end of the tests and instructions for the big day, Mr. was asked to provide a urine sample.

"Can't they take it out of the nephrostomy bag?" we inquired. Nope. We gave it the old college try in the nearby unisex bathroom, but to no avail. So the technician gave us a bottle and told us to fill it and drop it off at the lab, which I did the following day.

"I got a call from the lab," Mr. Ginley informed me as I walked in the door upon my return. "They said the urine test came back positive. I'm pregnant." 

Then he chuckled his endearing chuckle as I rolled my eyes and smiled. The only thing he's giving birth to is a mess of little kidney stones when they bust up the big one that's giving him so much trouble.

Later that day, I received a call from the neurologist's office telling me the blood thinner he was on was only supposed to be taken for 90 days, and that was likely what caused his bleeding ulcer. Didn't anyone tell us?

Nope. Communication in the medical community in the communication age leaves much to be desired. There's plenty of information in the system, but each doctor has their own specialty, and when things overlap, things are sometimes overlooked.

But that's a soapbox for another day.

Meanwhile, we wait with much anticipation for what Mr. calls the "boom-boom" procedure. 

We're hoping and praying it all goes smoothly so we can return to the "normal" routine that preceded this latest setback.

I gotta go now. The washer crapped out, and I need go shopping online for a new one, and probably a dryer, too.

Stay tuned!

*...in the beforetimes