A couple of weeks ago I had an MRI on my upper back to see if my arthritis has gotten worse. My anesthesiologist wanted me to have one done prior to giving me my next epidural. Since it wasn’t my oncologist ordering the test I had to have it done at the regular hospital instead of the Cancer Center where I’m used to going. So different techs, different radiologists reading the scans. The anesthesiologist seemed satisfied and gave me my last epidural without any problems.
Last week, however, I went to my oncologist for my annual blood work and checkup. He looked at the results of the MRI and told me they reported a spot on my right lung. He’s not sure if this is a spot that has been there, as a result of my prior surgery and it’s just being seen by new eyes, or it’s something new and we need to be concerned again.
So, the hamster is back on the wheel. The “what ifs” are flying around my tiny cranial cavity.
OK. we have a CT scan scheduled for when I return from vacation and the oncologist a week later for the results. So for two weeks this is going to prey on my mind.
Light a candle for me.
I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, some I will repeat and some I can’t. This is just so wrong on so many levels that I just had to share.
I went to the doctors today for a B-12 shot. Now to get to his waiting room you have to pass through two glass doors. When I get to the first door, I notice that the waiting room is packed. Lovely, I think to myself. I’m just here for a quick shot, this will take forever. About that time I hit the second door ant this intense odor hits me in the face like a wet dishcloth. Onions, and dressing, and meat? Sure as shit, there in the middle of a crowded waiting room full of people coughing and sneezing are three people eating their lunch. Sandwiches and chips and pop all spread out on the few empty seats there were. Now I stand there and stare at these people for a goodly amount of time, cause I’m not believing what I am seeing here. I go to the window to sign in and I’m thinking to myself that with my weak stomach there is no way I’m going to be able to sit in that waiting room with those smells.
Well, I made it about three minutes before my tummy started doing its flip thing and I know I’m in trouble. I walk back to the window and ask as nicely as I could if I could reschedule my appointment as I am unable to be in the waiting room at this time.
The ladies were concerned and ushered me back to a room immediately. When I explained that it was the food smell, they looked at each other. They had no idea that someone was having dinner in their waiting room.
This was just wrong on their part for so many reasons I can’t even begin to list them all. I would never bring food into a room swimming with contaminants and proceed to spread my lunch where everyone else spreads their ass. I’m so disturbed by the image that is burned into my brain. And these were not teenagers, there were a man and woman in their 40’s and a woman in her 60’s. What were they thinking? I guess common sense isn’t as common as I’d like to believe.