Great Scott! blogged much more during Thanksgiving break than did I. If you'd like to know more, read his posts for Nov. 23, Nov. 24, Nov. 25 and Nov. 26.
There is no blog entry on Great Scott!'s blog for Nov. 27. November the 27th--yesterday--Great Scott and I spent the day in the emergency room. Today we spent the day in the urologist's office. Thursday we will spend the day at the hospital having more tests done and in the urologist's office as he hopefully finds something conclusive in these tests, since today's has given us only this good news: "Well, it's not cancer of the bladder."
No, cancer is not a surity. So far the only proven thing is that there is blood where there ought not be, that kidney stones are not causing it, and that Great Scott! does not appreciate any number of rather personal medical procedures. I can't say that I blame him.
We have learned that one does hear particularly interesting conversations among the nurses of the ER when one is in a curtained cubical across the hall from their desk. One went something like this:
Nurse 1: "Ok. I'm going to lunch. You'll be ok until I get back."
Nurse 2: "I think I'm going to throw up."
Nurse 1: "Oh, no. You'll be fine! There's nothing to worry about. Nothing can happen that can't be fixed! It's all fixable! (thoughtful pause) . . . except death. (another pause, then continuing perkily) You can't fix death!
I also discovered that when a patient's IV bottle is hung from a bar attached to the bed so that the patient cannot move from the bed, one can, from a distance of three feet or better and with reasonable accuracy, flip the patient with the rubber strip the nurse tied around the patient's arm earlier. Only one of many high-quality amusements to be found in an ER cubical after five hours of waiting.