Today I got the approval letter for my imaging. It looks like it's written for a nine year old. Each line has a code number followed by what I assume is a description. The descriptions read, Tube to look into private part, X-ray private parts, special picture of abdomen.
I'm not kidding. No legitimate terminology for me to arrange an appointment.
I tried to call the HMO to ask what this meant, and I tried to call the imaging center but both were closed.
I'm assuming the first and last are transvaginal and abdominal ultrasound, but I'm not crazy about the idea of a standard X-ray if that's what the middle thing is. Any radiation is bad as far as I'm concerned.
It's seems ridiculous that a medical letter would use 'private part'! I hope you get some grown up answers soon!
Surely it doesn't use the words private parts does it ? That sounds very unprofessional.
Either way some sort of error is made in the letter, maybe it should not have been sent to you. May not be a standard xray probably an ultrasound as you say.
Worth querying this.
It's pretty ridiculous, but then, this whole ordeal has been ridiculous from the beginning.
Fortunately, it seems medical codes are universal in the states, so I ended up just googling each code. One was for an ultrasound, the other for an HSG. I called the HMO to ask for grown-up words, and the guy just laughed and said those descriptions are there so people understand what their doctors ordered. Yeah, but "special picture of abdomen" could be something a four-year-old draws.
I tried to call to schedule and the person I got seemed clueless. He tried to transfer me off because he couldn't set up the HSG, and ended up transferring me to one of their offices about 75 miles north of where I live. So, I ended up calling back again. I think I got the same person who set me up for the ultrasound today, about an hour and a half from when I called. The HSG has to be done between days 7-10 of your cycle, so I have to call when my period starts to set that one up.
So, I drank the 32 ounces of water, but for the life of me could not find the imaging place! I drove up and down the street. It was a three-digit address and all the buildings were four digits. When it got to the point where I wasn't going to make it on time, and I was in pain from holding the water, I called and told them I wanted to cancel and would call back to reschedule. Then I quickly found a fast food place to use the restroom!
It's my own fault for trying to do things last minute, I guess. I should have set it up for next week. I have a head cold and I didn't sleep well last night and all of this testing has me worried, so I'm not in the best emotional state. I just never know when I'll be bleeding.