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Home. This morning sucked as expected, but the radiology assistant said they would have the results to my onc within 24 hours. So I'll be bugging him starting tomorrow. Random irritations in my day
1. Fire drill right after I checked in which meant standing around outside for 45 minutes before I could get my radioactive gunk injected.
2. Bone scan requires 2 hours in between injection and scan. Above fire drill meant they were so far behind I waited three. It was that lovely combination of tediously boring and anxiety inducing all at the same time!
3. Radiology assistant mentioned that breast prosthesis get in the way of the scan so it was good I didn't have mine on, I respond that I never wear them and don't even own them anyway so no biggie. This leads to her being shocked, *shocked* I tell you that I go out in the world flat on purpose, to the point of asking intrusive and obnoxious questions about why I didn't get reconstruction since I am so young. Whatthefuckever.
In the midst of the day of suck there was some good, though. Namely, Carl's Jr. I fucking love Carl's Jr. but living primarily in the midwest and on the east coast for the last ten years means I haven't had access in a long time. There is not one up here in the boonies, but there is right by the hospital. Western Bacon Cheeseburger oh, how I have missed you. May we never be parted again. *clutches heart attack on a bun to chest*
Also, there was the orderly who cracked me up with our discussion about how you can always tell who is a scan veteran and who is not by who is wearing pajamas or sweats. The newbies/one timers always show up in regular clothes, which usually have zippers or other metal shit on them and end up in hospital gowns. The rest of us look on in our comfy jammies and think 'suckers'.
Can it be tomorrow yet?
1. Fire drill right after I checked in which meant standing around outside for 45 minutes before I could get my radioactive gunk injected.
2. Bone scan requires 2 hours in between injection and scan. Above fire drill meant they were so far behind I waited three. It was that lovely combination of tediously boring and anxiety inducing all at the same time!
3. Radiology assistant mentioned that breast prosthesis get in the way of the scan so it was good I didn't have mine on, I respond that I never wear them and don't even own them anyway so no biggie. This leads to her being shocked, *shocked* I tell you that I go out in the world flat on purpose, to the point of asking intrusive and obnoxious questions about why I didn't get reconstruction since I am so young. Whatthefuckever.
In the midst of the day of suck there was some good, though. Namely, Carl's Jr. I fucking love Carl's Jr. but living primarily in the midwest and on the east coast for the last ten years means I haven't had access in a long time. There is not one up here in the boonies, but there is right by the hospital. Western Bacon Cheeseburger oh, how I have missed you. May we never be parted again. *clutches heart attack on a bun to chest*
Also, there was the orderly who cracked me up with our discussion about how you can always tell who is a scan veteran and who is not by who is wearing pajamas or sweats. The newbies/one timers always show up in regular clothes, which usually have zippers or other metal shit on them and end up in hospital gowns. The rest of us look on in our comfy jammies and think 'suckers'.
Can it be tomorrow yet?