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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?
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I am thinking of you today.
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Which leads, if it were me, to my very great temptation to ask her, "Is there some sort of reason why you're so obsessed with my tits?"--but I'd be too chicken actually to do it.
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Lady, I have to wrap my arm from fingertips to shoulder for three days when I *scratch* myself. I am PRETTY DAMN SURE major surgery in the area would have *some* effect, jesus fuck.
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.......I have a FORK in my hand and it is a very SHARP fork and I am currently sticking it into your HEAD. I read somewhere (before I had any more than a vague idea what it actually was) that lymphedema is one of the most dreaded post-breast cancer treatment side effects and I fully understand why. :-(
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I would've had a hard time not totally losing it with that assistant chick. MYOFB, bitch. This is how they train medical personnel to be more sensitive toward patients? ARGH!
Mmm, Carl's Jr. Aren't they Hardee's back in the midwest? Hardee's used to have the best fried chicken.
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I think Hardee's is owned by the same people because they use the same smiley star as a logo, but the menu is totally different and it doesn't taste the same :(
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So as long as you're being dragged before the medicals altars, I say go for it.
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For reals on the medical crap junk food reward. If you're gonna poke at me and put me in machines, damn straight I'm getting bacon and cheese out of it. And now I want a chili cheese dog too. And onion rings. And a vanilla shake would go really good with that.
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BTW, do you have Hardees where you live? It's the same as Carl's Jr, and we have them around here.
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It is all Carls Jr. here, no Hardees, though I did try Hardees when I was living in the midwest. But, my experience with Hardees is that it's similar to Carls Jr (and owned by the same people, I think? The identical smiley star would indicate so), but not the same...so it mostly just made me miss my Carls Jr. more.