I always thought that the first time we put a photo like this on the blog that it would be Stevie lying on the table with me proudly announcing that the little blob on the screen was our creation!
Guess things never work out the way you imagine they will.
Last Saturday I noticed a bump underneath my right side rib cage. It felt like a little ball. I immediately thought “tumor” and got freaked out. So much so that I probably self-induced the other symptoms of nausea, lower back pain, dizziness, tightness in the stomach, and an overall poor feeling that made it impossible to wash dishes or do other household chores.
By Monday we decided I should go to the Hospital. I was really nervous.
I don’t have fond memories of my last hospital experience south of the US border which happened back in 1993. I just about died in Costa Rica from eating a poisonous mushroom that I thought was hallucinogenic. Not kidding, the doctors had literally moved me to the “death room”. I was hoping that my experience in Peru would be a bit better.
As a nomad, however, you learn to adjust your expectations in situations like this. You can’t expect… well, what you would expect in the USA.
This is the view from the roof of the hospital…
After taking my blood pressure, the nurse gave me a receipt and told me to go pay the cashier 7 soles before I went to see the doctor. That’s about $2.50.
We headed upstairs to wait for my doctor visit. I not going to lie. I was scared. But I kept my cool by continually reviewing the blank medical chart the nurse had given me.
When the doctor called me in it became immediately apparent that they are not use to serving tall people in the hospital. Either that or we were in the pediatric ward by mistake. Not really sure.
After poking around, the Doctor ordered me back downstairs for an ultra sound. Hence the first photo of me stealing Stevie’s glory as the first official “ultra-sounded Sprinter Lifer”.
The good news was that the lump that I was terrified of appears to be a floating rib. And the tight stomach may be a small hernia. Both are most likely a result of non stop daily surfing for the last 2 months. Laying on my rib cage in an arched position for hours while getting pounded in the surf was apparently more than my already beat-up body could handle.
Another thing that the ultra sound turned up is that my liver is enlarged. The Doctor asked Stevie about 4 or 5 times if I’m a heavy drinker? Do I drink a lot? Do I drink every day? Duck and cover people. Guess I’m gonna have to lay off the Trujillos for a bit. Julio, find another drinking partner bro, I’m on I.R. again.
Tomorrow we return to the hospital and they’ll do a liver test. Joy. I probably won’t do a follow up post on this breaking story, but will post a comment on the final results below.
Mom, don’t worry, I’m FINE! xoxox
Disclaimer: this photo was shot 3 days before knowledge of said liver problem. Just for the record.