2/23/22

It's Wednesday now.  I had my CT Scan this afternoon.  The contrast with the IV was a bit tricky today.  Large needle, small vein.  You get the picture.  The contrast has to go in quickly and my veins tend to balk at that and like to infiltrate on occasion.  I told the guy that, just so he'd be prepared - just in case.  It was touch and go, but I made it.  My arm is pretty sore tonight, tho.  And, I'm going to get stuck in the exact same place tomorrow.  That's the best vein and they can't use my left arm for anything anymore, so I'll probably just sport a lovely bruise for a few days.  It's cold anyway.  Long sleeves will cover that one up.  This CT Scan was for an embolism, which I knew I didn't have in the first place, and lo and behold!  They didn't find one.  Big surprise.

I'm having surgery tomorrow, early afternoon.  I have to be there at 11:30 a.m., but no telling when he'll get to me.  The nurse said he tends to run early, so be ready.  I am.  I was born ready.  I'll wear comfy clothes and take a tiny purse with essentials, along with a big coat.  Brrrr.  Yesterday, it was 80.  Today's high was 33.  Gads.

I had to put clean sheets on the bed today.  Have to shower tonight.  Twice.  Have to shower in the morning.  Twice.  Can't use the same towel twice.  No touching, no touching!  Now, let's hope my white count went up a notch or two since Monday and we can go ahead with surgery!!

This'll be my last appointment until Monday.  Then, next week, I have stuff Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  Gads.  Well, the good news is:  my deductible is already satisfied and I've gone in and back out of the Medicare donut hole.

I'm still pretty tired, so I know my red blood count is still in the negative numbers.  No one has complained about that number, so it's a moot point, I reckon.  About 1/2 my lab results were either low, or high.  Lots of red flags, for sure.  I can only go up from here, right?

Well, I'm going to the cesspool of germs tomorrow - the hospital.  So, cross your fingers.  Now is not the time for me to surround myself with Positive people.

Get it?  Ha!  Gosh, I do love my own jokes.

When I get old (-er), there's no way people are going to call me a sweet old lady.  They're going to say "Crap, what's she gonna do next?!"  That'll be just delightful.  Just delightful.


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