Where’s my Warranty?

Once again I find myself on the wrong end of a doctor’s needle.  It started with a simple routine physical. Lately my blood pressure had been slightly elevated, not high, just elevated.  My plan at the beginning of the year was to start changing my eating habits and start exercising to lose weight. I thought it best to get a checkup to be sure my cholesterol and BP were healthy. As is customary with a full physical, I had to offer up a sample of water after it had been drank. The results of all my test came back without any major red flags, except……the nurse said that she had never seen that color shown on the dip stick. As you can imagine I felt like my blood quickly rushed to my body and made me feel like I was going to pass out.   So it turns out I was spilling 12xs the normal amount of protein and that is not good.

On to the specialist who happens to be a great guy with a good sense of humor. He orders an ultrasound and a biopsy and then takes about 10 samples of my blood.  As of right now my blood has only shown to much waste product. My second donation of “used to be water” showed half of the protein of the original tests.  The ultra sound went fine and I confess it was somewhat ticklish and it came back perfectly normal.

Yesterday was my kidney biopsy and according to my friends, Dr. House does it all the time.  It was explained to me that a long tin needle would be inserted into my back where a gun like device would then be inserted into the needle and retrieve samples of my kidney tissue. Here is where it gets wierd. I am laying face down on the CT scanning table so they can find exactly where my kidney is before the stab me in the back. The first round of happy juice was delivered along with some heavy pain killer. I was still completely aware when they called for the doctor to come in and to the biopsy. The next thing i know is that they are waking me up telling me its over and that I need to get back on the gurney. It was when I returned to my original room that my mom noticed that I was not wearing the same hospital gown that I left in. Now let me be clear, I have never woke up wearing different clothes that I fell asleep in. Apparently there was some sort of blood spillage or something.  As is customary with a biopsy of this type they let you enjoy the hsopitality of the medical environment for 4 hours to be sure that there is no internal bleeding.  The highlight of my post procedure  activities was the Philly cheese steak and fires from the hospital cafeteria. It was pretty good actually. From there I spent most of the remaining time examining the inside of my eyelids.

I share this with you because what I would love to do is pull out a warranty and get some replacement parts and not worry about it any more.  Wouldn’t it be great if we could swap out parts as easily as we do for cars? Fortunately I have a connection with the original designer of this particular model. maybe I can’t swap out parts at the local “body shop” but I can ask the maker to fix it. I know for a fact that prayer works, I know that he hears my pleas and the prayers of my friends and family.  I also know that God has my life in his hands and that He is the reason for living. So, i don’t have a warranty but I do have the creator and he can fix anything that breaks.