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Just when you think the tests are over…
THEY ARE NOT!!!
Seriously?! I swear, I’m keeping Singapore’s medical professionals in business.
The latest test was a bone density scan. I’ve had these before. Numerous times. In fact, I’m due to have one next month when we do our yearly physical. Guess I’ll be opting out of that one because RADIATION!!
Obviously it was in the back of my head that a bone scan involves radiation but it wasn’t until I was lying there on the hard slab masquerading as a bed and read the sign next to the little window thingy that it actually dawned on me I was getting blasted with more radiation.
Honestly, I’m a little disappointed that I don’t glow in the dark because I’ve been zapped that many times over the last few months I should get some cool side affect, right?
And how cool would it be to glow in the dark?! Although, I guess it might make sleeping a little difficult…but I bet the Gbabies would be thrilled if Mema had that super power.
Speaking of super powers, did you do what Batman said last week and get your boobs squished? No? What are you waiting for?
Right, back to the bone scan.
It’s supposed to be painless. I know it is because as I said, I’ve had many, except this one…
Let me preface this next bit by saying the technician had no idea I have a spinal injury so it wasn’t really her fault. Except it was. *sigh*
The first pic/image/scan was fine then she started the second and muttered something behind her screen/shield before darting out and yanking on the sheet thing under my hips which jerked my hips and therefore my lower back. Oh boy. Instant pain and tears in my eyes. Except she’s gone back behind her screen/shield and proceeded with the scan.
I gotta say, for a moment I’m pretty sure I wasn’t breathing. And of course this is one of the scans I can breath while getting. But I’ve got bigger things to worry about.
Like am I going to be able to get off this bed thingy and walk. It was a real concern. And of course once she’s done she’s trying to rush me out the door and I’m like, whoa, hold up now, and hobbling like an old woman. And by old I mean older than 52. (Because yeah, I get that 52 is old for some.)
Anyway, I shuffle back to the little room to remove the gown and get dressed and think thank f*ck that’s over, I can go home now.
Nope. No. Not going home.
I have to wait 2 hours for the results.
Every other damn test results have been sent straight to my doctor and I’ve gotten to go on my way as soon as I’m dressed. I don’t like this waiting shit. Especially when the guy next to me is coughing and sniffing behind his mask. He did keep the social distance required by the Singapore gov but I gotta say, I’ve never really freaked out about someone being sick when I’ve been to the doctors before. Sign of the times I guess.
So I wait. And you know I’ve got my kindle so I’m reading (I was either finishing The Rule Breaker by Cathryn Fox or starting The Pilot and The Puck-up by Pippa Grant) and reading and then finally they call my name to tell me I have to wait another half hour.
Why the hell would they interrupt me reading to tell me to wait longer?!
Anyhow, I FINALLY get the results and I head out to get the bus home. I decided to ride the bus to and from the city because I had the time and I haven’t done it in a while and to be honest, I hate riding in cabs because they always make me feel sick. The best part of my trip was getting the top deck front seat both ways!!
So I get home, Mr.C decides we’re ordering in (fine by me, my lower back is locked and I’m hoping to do some yoga to stretch the muscles) and the rest of the night is uneventful until I try to get into my pjs and can’t lift my left leg high enough to put my pants on. So yoga didn’t really help, guess I’m in for a shit night of sleep and possibly a headache…
2:30am I’m up in tears wanting to slam my head into the wall. My back feels like I’ve got a hot knife shoved through it and my head is exploding. Repeatedly!
I scramble out of bed, stumble to the kitchen and barely manage to pour a glass of juice to take a migraine med.
Is it too much to ask that this shit not happen? I mean, I didn’t have this level of pain when they went cancer hunting.
My back has always been an issue and while the migraine didn’t come back after that first night I’ve still been in pain and stiff and in general annoyed with everything since then.
The only good thing about the last few days is I’ve had less time to worry about my check up tomorrow.
You know, the one where they put me on hormones for the next 5 to 10 years?
Hmm…I’ve heard some scary things about the side affects of hormone treatment. One being they can trigger migraines.
Yay! Lucky me! (Yes that’s sarcasm you hear, or read, whatever.)
Well that’s it for this week’s update. Come back next week to see if I’ve turned in to a fire breathing dragon aka a hormonal basket case.