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I survived the CT scan. I have no idea when I'll get a report on it. The first available appointment with the gastroenterologist is the day after Christmas. I had some difficulty convincing the scheduler that, no, really, I couldn't see the doctor at her other office, half an hour away. I think I had to repeat myself three or four times about the not being able to drive.
They had me drink water instead of the contrast solution. Water didn't make me sick, but I'm not sure what purpose it actually served since it was mostly out of my body by the time they actually did the scan.
They used an IV iodine contrast, so I now know that I didn't inherit the allergy to it that runs in my father's family. Getting the IV set up was difficult. The technician (nurse?) who did it rejected the veins at my elbow, tried one in my hand that didn't work, then wrapped my forearm in a warm blanket for five minutes and set me up with an IV midway down my forearm. I didn't know they could do that. It hurt so very much less, and I could bend my arm and use my hand. If they'd had any reason to take my blood pressure, the IV would have been well out of the way of the cuff. I shall request forearm IVs when I need them in the future.
(They can only use my right arm for blood pressure, injections, and IVs because I've had lymph nodes out on the left.)
I tried sleeping last night without any Halcion, and I think I shouldn't have. I tossed and turned and was acutely aware of every twinge of pain. I slept for about an hour before Scott's alarm went off, and it was all very intense dreams (multiples dreams in a very short time). I haven't been back to sleep yet because all of this resulted in a migraine.
I've taken Amerge for the migraine and have eaten a bit. I'm going to see about showering and doing the preparation for the cleaning lady. Then, I'll have about four hours in which I might be able to sleep. Possibly. Maybe. My body has certain rhythms that require me being awake between about 8 a.m. and 11 a.m., and the cleaning lady comes at 2 p.m.
Cordelia now has her learner's permit. The wait at the Secretary of State's office was long enough that I took the bus home after the CT scan and spent nearly an hour chatting with neighbors on the walk from the bus stop and still got home before they did. I'd been hoping that they'd be able to pick me up after, but it was not to be. It's just that the bus past the hospital is only once every half hour after 6 p.m., so I had a very long wait. I watched about eight university buses go by and got cranky that none of them were going anywhere remotely useful to me.
Cordelia thinks I should find a different coping strategy for anxiety than getting cranky. She thinks it's counterproductive. I have pointed out that it lets me do a lot of things that I really, really need to do and doesn't stop me from getting other things done. It's just not necessarily the most pleasant thing for people around me.
They had me drink water instead of the contrast solution. Water didn't make me sick, but I'm not sure what purpose it actually served since it was mostly out of my body by the time they actually did the scan.
They used an IV iodine contrast, so I now know that I didn't inherit the allergy to it that runs in my father's family. Getting the IV set up was difficult. The technician (nurse?) who did it rejected the veins at my elbow, tried one in my hand that didn't work, then wrapped my forearm in a warm blanket for five minutes and set me up with an IV midway down my forearm. I didn't know they could do that. It hurt so very much less, and I could bend my arm and use my hand. If they'd had any reason to take my blood pressure, the IV would have been well out of the way of the cuff. I shall request forearm IVs when I need them in the future.
(They can only use my right arm for blood pressure, injections, and IVs because I've had lymph nodes out on the left.)
I tried sleeping last night without any Halcion, and I think I shouldn't have. I tossed and turned and was acutely aware of every twinge of pain. I slept for about an hour before Scott's alarm went off, and it was all very intense dreams (multiples dreams in a very short time). I haven't been back to sleep yet because all of this resulted in a migraine.
I've taken Amerge for the migraine and have eaten a bit. I'm going to see about showering and doing the preparation for the cleaning lady. Then, I'll have about four hours in which I might be able to sleep. Possibly. Maybe. My body has certain rhythms that require me being awake between about 8 a.m. and 11 a.m., and the cleaning lady comes at 2 p.m.
Cordelia now has her learner's permit. The wait at the Secretary of State's office was long enough that I took the bus home after the CT scan and spent nearly an hour chatting with neighbors on the walk from the bus stop and still got home before they did. I'd been hoping that they'd be able to pick me up after, but it was not to be. It's just that the bus past the hospital is only once every half hour after 6 p.m., so I had a very long wait. I watched about eight university buses go by and got cranky that none of them were going anywhere remotely useful to me.
Cordelia thinks I should find a different coping strategy for anxiety than getting cranky. She thinks it's counterproductive. I have pointed out that it lets me do a lot of things that I really, really need to do and doesn't stop me from getting other things done. It's just not necessarily the most pleasant thing for people around me.
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