Pet Scan Number Two, take Two...

The redo on the PET scan is scheduled for tomorrow morning at 9:00.  My glucose has been stellar since I've been off the steroids, so I do not see any problems.  However, I didn't anticipate anything the last time, so I will be testing before I head out to Ironwood C&RC.  


I'm not having any major anxiety about the scan, since the last one seemed to be no problem.  But, the last PET was done at another facility.  However, Ironwood always seems to have top-notch equipment, so I'd guess the one tomorrow will be even better than the last one.  Yeah, that's what I'm going with on the anticipation front.  And yet, I shall still be packing the Xanax, just as a bit of insurance against a random anxiety attack.


I was warned not to wear an underwire bra for this scan.  HAH!  Those evil slings of torture?  No underwire has gotten near my 'girls' in years, and never shall again.  No, my 'girls' are quite happy with cotton; they need no trussing up in what amounts to barbed wire!  (Well, after being worn for more than an hour or so, it starts to FEEL like barbed wire, anyway.)

This handsome devil to the right is my Orange Wing Amazon Parrot, Vinnie the Vampire.  He's 15 years old, and is the sweetest thing on earth.  In the old days, before my lungs went to hell, I used to do minimal parrot rescue.  Vinnie wasn't exactly a rescue, but he wasn't a tamed bird, either.  We both had to overcome fear of each other, and now, we're great friends.  He was just under a year when he came to me, and enjoyed drawing blood, hence the "Vampire" sobriquet.


Not sure why I decided to talk about Vinnie today, but I love this picture of him, out in my back garden, and thought I'd share.


Take care, all.  Send me some good juju for tomorrow's scan.  HUGS!