PET Scan Number Two

I know I haven't posted since Monday, and that's gotten my phone ringing a bit, which is a testament to the fact that those who read this blog notice these things.  And I love you for that. :)


Monday, after I quit virtually working for the day, I had some leftover "Dinner in a Loaf" and went to bed at 6:30PM.  I woke up at 11ish, had some water, and then went back to bed and got up at 6AM.  That's a heck of a lot of sleep for me.


However, the fever has left the building, and though I continue to cough up crap out of my lungs, the volume of said crap is subsiding.


I've got an appointment for PET Scan number two at 2PM today.  I also got a voice mail from Ironwood's finance department.  Perhaps they were trying to warn me ahead of time that this procedure would be the max out I've been waiting for on my 'out of pocket.'  And that would be good, because my pockets are getting threadbare.  Thank the gods for that bonus which is now about petered out.  Everything works out, somehow or another. :)


So, I'll be hitting the Xanax just around when I get to Ironwood, because if this is anything like the last PET, I'd rather have it on board when I get there than to take it 1/2 hour before entering the tube o' terror.


I will check my glucose level before I leave the house, too. They can't do the test if my glucose is over 200, and it sure as hell had better not be.  I had scrambled eggs and one piece of toast for breakfast, and that's it so far today.  Plus, I took my Januvia, so I should pass that test.


I was reading an article today about how patients present themselves to doctors and how, many times, turn a deaf ear to their doctors' instructions.  Is it simple laziness in participating in their own care?  Is it that some aspect of their home life makes it almost impossible to follow orders?  Can they not afford the medications?  Do they just not give a flying rat's ass?


In my case, I try very hard to do what I'm told, although for years Dr. Ramaswamy would gently yell at me because I kept refusing to get another colonoscopy.  I told him I woke up during the first one and all the Versed in the world would not change the fact that I remembered the pain.


That's one of the reasons he was so happy when he finally convinced me to see Dr. Collins, the gastro.  And this time, thanks to that propofol, it was a breeze.  So yeah, in my case my lack of compliance was fear of pain.  Oh, that damned fear; it really wreaks havoc on an otherwise intelligent brain.


An actual good reason for my not posting is that I was busy playing Dragon Age II.  :)  It's a nice break from World of Warcraft.


So, I'm going to play a bit before I have to mosey out to Ironwood and begin my torturous tubular adventure.


Hugs and kisses!