upper GI as opposed to lower is a scope - and they may be using the scope to see how the vavle is behaving
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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Yes, I am just hoping I pronounced your last name correctly.
HA! He probably doens't know it. But he'll remember "Nora."
For infants, they have to put the barium in there via a tube.
That sounds like a better plan than having to voluntarily swallow the stuff.
that's different - gross, but I think it will keep her from getting ill
absolutely. But consider the possibility that he scheduled the test so that she could have it as soon as possible IF you decided to go through with it. It is entirely possible that he is going to call you like he said, and the scheduler didn't realize the situation. But, be prepared to bitch slap if I'm wrong.
Oh Cashmere! Ugh! But Vortex really really may have a point here. He may have seen the spot on the schedule and snapped it up so he wouldn't lose it before he had the chance to talk to you.
And we can slap him later if need be.
I went to go say it and realized you are just "Nora" to me.
ha - still deserves a slap even if that was the plan - If someone called and did that and it was for ME - that would cause a panic attack. For my baby - full panic - that could have been prevented.
If anyone here has a number where she can be reached can they email me at my profile addy?
As far as I know, there is no way to contact her till tomorrow. But, I'd send her an e-mail so she has it right away when she gets access again tomorrow. Her new e-mail address is serasempre at gmail dot com.
Is it too late to join the SFers in bitching about the weather?
I feel like finding a desert to run away to.
I'm sorry, but the SF-based weather-bitching deadline was 10:47 yesterday evening. By not bitching before the deadline, you not only forfeited your right to bitch in solidarity with us, but now the bad weather is ALL YOUR FAULT.
The fact that the deadline is almost exactly the same precise moment at which you blamed me for your imminent bacon woes is purely coincidental, I assure you.