Treatment.

On our way to the wedding rehearsal, I got a call from my gastroenterologist. Since upping my dosages and not seeing an improvement in my symptoms she wanted me to be admitted into Kaiser. It’s probably stupid of me to not have gone, but I told her I couldn’t miss my sister’s wedding. That’s just not going to happen. So she told me that if I am feeling the same way on Sunday, that I need to go to Kaiser.

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