We went to see the new PCP today and really liked her, thank goodness! She said the magical words Jessie’s been hoping for all year; she’s hoped for these words even more than the possibility of hearing, “I don’t think you have Chronic Fatigue.” The new doctor said, “I’m going to send you to the gastroenterologist to do a recheck on this Celiac thing. It may be a good idea to have another endoscopy.” Yep, the girl is holding out hope that she can eat wheat. Of course, I quickly added that she needs to be prepared to hear that she does indeed have this disease.
In all honesty, we are a little confused as to what, exactly, she’s having trouble with. Jessie ate Chick-fil-A chicken nuggets last year and didn’t have a reaction. She continues to eat the prized nuggets regularly without side effects. In every other aspect of her life, she is gluten-free. Yet she has a reaction when she eats cross-contaminated rice. I guess a second check would be interesting.
The doctors are certainly making their money off of us this week. We go back to the cardiologist tomorrow for a recheck. He’ll have to get the sad news that his experiment failed and Jessie is back on all of the medication.
I know I’ve said this before, but wouldn’t it be nice if you could just kidnap all of your doctors and put them in a room together? Then they would discuss their various “theories” and ultimately reach the perfect solution or cure. That’s just not real life, is it? I guess I’m dreaming again. Shame on me.