An UNfill Adventure (long)
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It occurred to me--I'm sometimes a little slow on the uptake--that I had been medicating for reflux for nigh onto three months, with only moderate relief. So, I found a few photos of what esophagitis looked like and went running for an unfill. Dr. Kuri was kind enough to do the unfill. He had also done my first fill, a year ago, even though he was not my surgeon.
Actually, it was the random, spontaneous trip from hell and occasonally a laugh riot. I started the morning in the Laguna Niguel area, brunching with a family member and then talking to my "eating coach" (?--I just made up that title), and deciding that I needed an unfill NOW. I drove down the coast to the next Amtrak stop--San Juan Capistrano--and got there with five minutes to spare for the next train! I took the train to the end-of-the-line, in San Diego, and then hopped on the San Diego Trolley. So far, so good. Then I got really dumb.
Instead of taking the trolley to the end of the line at the border, I decided (why? because I speak just enough Spanish to get into trouble) to follow the locals and get on the MexiCoach bus, a few miles north. WHAT A TRIP! Eventually, the entire bus was telling me how to get to Kuri's office via those red, third-world-cab-co. 70-cent taxis. I told one lady that if I got lost, I'd be staying at her house for the weekend. Another woman, near my age, decided to adopt me and take me with her. I suggested that since it's the time of year to start making tamales for Christmas, she was really trying to find free labor for the tamale venture. By the time we got off the bus, everyone was wishing me a happy career as a tamale-maker. We were all laughing. HOWEVER, she did in fact know where I wanted to go and I walked right across the street and into Kuri's office.
Dr. Kuri has always had trouble locating my port, and it happened again. We had both been hoping we could do the adjustment in the office, but no luck. I had to wait until he finished with his other patients, and we went to the flouro place and unfilled me. And there I was...about 7:00 p.m, with my lousy night vision, in a foreign country, without a toothbrush, and my car was in the parking lot of a train station I couldn't get to, and which had had tow-away signs for those who tried overnight parking. I went to the hotel, ate in the dining room, bought a toothbrush and toothpaste and went to my room.
By 5:46 this morning, I was on the US side and on the trolley headed north. I got to San Diego around 6:30, caught the 7:05 train headed north and at 8:30 discovered my car where I had left it. (Maybe the handicapped sticker helped?) By 9:15, I was home, after stopping for a Breakfast burrito and actually being able to eat a little bit of tortilla.
DONALI, WHY DID I NOT GET YOUR PHONE NUMBER BEFORE I VENTURED OUT?
I plan to give my esophagus several weeks to heal itself before addressing the REfill issue.
Sue