I've been reluctant, since April, to go to the Screen Actor's Guild's HMO plan. Stupid me.

I went today to figure out just what the heck I've got. It's a beautiful building, lovely people. And the best doctor I've ever had, hands down. Dr. Sonya Brown. Awesome.

Anyway, I've got bronchitis, which is a relief as compared to pneumonia. And considering she gave me the zithromax that I took last year for pneumonia, I'm happy in that I'll be able to go to work tomorrow feeling human.

But that alone doesn't explain why we were there from 9am to 4:10pm. No. That involves hubby, who came home last night in agonizing pain and didn't sleep unless it was in a warm bathtub.

So I dragged him with me to the docs this morning. He had blood tests and she was thinking it was his gall bladder. By the time we got home and he'd fallen asleep, Dr. Brown was on the phone with me, telling me he had elevated white blood cell count and it could be appendecitis (sp), so could we please come back so he could have a CT scan? (She actually called the CT tech in for him!) Apparently, a bad gall bladder will hurt but not kill you. A bad appendix (the bursting kind) can kill you. So...

Back we went. At 1:30, he went in for his CT scan. About 2:45, the radiologist talked to the doc, said it wasn't his appendix (YAY!), but that they needed a sonogram of his gall bladder. We went back to radiology where they had to call a NEW tech in (these poor people on call, working on their weekends). We waited for her, she took the sonogram, the radiologist's preliminary finding was that he had sludge, or possibly fluid, in his gall bladder, which caused the pain.

So we need to monitor what he eats, monitor the pain, give him ibuprofen for the pain, and see how he does the rest of this week. If the pain gets worse, it may mean surgery.

But at least it's not his appendix!

My bronchitis has been firmly put in perspective.