No sleep was to be had Tuesday night, there was no comfortable position with that pain flaring up.
Yup, my old friend diverticulitis has apparently returned.
Spent most of the day at my Doctor's office, many tests, much blood work (I feel like a pin cushion), then it was off to get a CAT scan...
Alright, alright, a "CT scan."
Where many holes were punched in Yours Truly in order to inject the contrast. Yeah, that was fun.
Like the lady at the CT scan said, "Man, if you keep this up, they won't be able to call you semi-colon. You're running out of gut my friend!"
A kind word or two directed skywards would be much appreciated.
Dang. It is always sumthin'.