Well managed to get the tea sorted and quite nice it wa too, but by this time was starting to feel quite crappy so headed off to bed, didnt even bother with the laptop just lay watchin TV then fell asleep and managed to sleep right through until 8 this morning....result.
Off to the hospital for my radioactive injection and then mum took me over to morrisons for a bit of shopping and some lunch before I had to have the scan.
Into the scan room and lying on the thinnest bed I have ver seen, so thin they put this harness thing around your arms to hold them in place because there is no bed to lay them on. Back on paranoia street, everytime the woman moved was wondering if she had seen something but as she is positioned outside my line of vision just had to ly there and tell myself to stop being so stupid.
Scan over and she lefts me loose, I ask the inevitable question and get the prescribed answer, "I cannot say what the scan is as the doctor has to see it"...then she follows this up by asking me if I know when I am seeing the oncologist and when I say I have nor had a date she suggests I give them a ring to find out when I am due to see him....whoosh and straight back to panic mode why would she say that...she can obviously see the panic and tells me that she is the most impatient person in the world and it wont hurt to try and hurry thiings along and let them know that I have had this scan and am due a ct scan next next...dont they already know this as they are the ones that ordered them. So got outside and rang the mac nurse and relayed my conversation and she said she will ring the oncologist secretary and try and find out when the appointment is. I know it doesnt matter if they find anything on these scans because treastment will still go ahead just maybe it will need a tweek here and there but this not knowing and jumping to all the bad things that coud show is just the pits.
Anyway I have ranted on for far too long now so will go and try and chill out.
take care love Terri xxx
