Not to hijack the thread (thinking about your recovery, Mica! I hope it's tolerable), but before I got diagnosed with gallstones (it was 4 long years of excruciating pain), I was misdiagnosed in numerous ways. One of the more dramatic misdiagnoses involved going to the emergency room while I was on the road with severe pain and the geniuses at the emergency room in San Diego opined that it was my heart. So, they decided I needed an angiogram. Procedures under anesthesia are intense, but having them happen while you are still awake is pretty crazy, too. Luckily, the drugs they do give you make you not care that they are snaking a catheter up your femoral artery into your heart and you can feel it go through the valves while you watch it on the monitor. Actually, it was fascinating and the drugs were great. Of course, I passed with flying colors but had to deal with the rest of the tour with a hole in my leg and then deal with the gallstone surgery a month later when I finally switched to a doctor who figured out what was going on right away.
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