Good Ole Barium
So I decided to do something about this stuck object. I walked to the GI department and asked some physician who looked busy if I could ask him a question. He was eager to oblige. I explained the situation. Then he called a colleague of his, and the two were perplexed a bit. So they put their schedule on hold and proceeded to examine me. I had insurance, but I didn’t want to go through that circus. Since I worked in the Medical Center, why not just walk up to experts and ask them about anything that bothered me? It was amazingly cool to do that. I don’t think that’s possible now, some 20 years later. But I’ll always remember really good people willing to offer a helping hand.
Well, they looked down my throat as far as they could, then finally they told me to drink some barium. I did, and then they scanned. They found that there’s nothing in my esophagus. What I had was esophageal muscle spasms. They said it was a simple matter, perhaps caused by things on my mind (I was unmarried) or other stresses, or I had swallowed something extremely hot or something that irritated my esophagus, some spice that actually caused this strange reaction to persist. So after about 2 hours of search and find, they gave me some muscle relaxant, mild though. And, thank God, the problem disappeared.
I took advantage of my context a few times for whatever ailment I had. Once the cap on my tooth simply dropped. No one was around when it fell into my lap, thank goodness. So I walked to the oral surgery department, and in seconds, someone there “glued” it back after cleaning it off and drilling out the old glue.
My kingdom for a health care system like that. If you've seen my kingdom, it's really a fantastic deal: some books, an old short wave radio, coffee mugs, and a couple of cats.