I've never had a doctor say "I'm sorry I don't have better news for you" to me until this morning. Yesterday's CAT-Scan indicated a good sized stone in the exact wrong place and it was necessary for me to see a specialist-immediately. It was possible that he would today go in (or, rather, "up") and remove the obstructing stone. It would involve general anesthesia as it would not be a pretty procedure.
After a small battery of tests the specialist could find nothing.
Maybe the stone moved, maybe there was a ghost in the CAT-Scan or maybe it was Susan's Reiki (look it up) but I left with the doctor saying he won't be doing anything, at least for now.
So now I'm home, watching a movie with Jack Carson (a personal favorite) in it. The cinematographer is James Wong Howe as it's "James Wong Howe Month" on TCM. I'm eating spaghetti, I'm drinking a tumbler of cranberry juice and listening to "Music For Films" by Brian Eno.