Stigmata

Stigmata...it ain't just for Catholics anymore. So, over the past 3 days I have heard the following from supposed medical "professionals":

"You're bleeding where?"
"Are you sure it's blood?"
"Wow, it looks like something from a horror film."
"I have never seen anything like it." (If one more person says that I may hit them)
"That's weird." (Are doctors allowed to say things like that to their patients?)
"I have no idea what it could be" (Way to instill faith)
"I can't wait to see the diagnosis on this one." (Triage nurse at ER)
"Why are you on the phone with me, you should be at the ER"
"Let me refer you to a specialist"
"Did you scratch it?"
"Now we just wait for it to start bleeding again."

So, if you are one of the few that Grandma hasn't told (just kidding Grandma), I started bleeding from my belly button on Sunday. Yep, like bloody nose style. No one can find where it is coming from (no, I didn't scratch it) and no one knows the cause. My ER doctor referred me to my gyno, my gyno referred me to a doctor of internal medicine, and my dr. of IM said, "I have never seen this before and don't know what is causing it."

So, that is where we are at. Jordan is convinced I may be the newest case of stigmata. Maybe I could market myself as a miracle...too bad the blood didn't dry in the form of some saint- then I could really pull in the dough.

Oh well...maybe next time.

A thought for the day...

As I head back to school this week I would like to leave you with a thought...

'Some people are like Slinkys. They aren't really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when they're pushed down the stairs.'

Have a good day and try to avoid the stairs...