As I previously wrote, I have back pain, and my doctor wanted me to have an MRI. Due to freakish circumstances, a year after my mastectomy I still have the
But it would totally be worth it if Sawyer was waiting for me at the end.
Since Sawyer's not likely to appear, I was glad I had a way of escaping the MRI. I've had enough tests. I've been in enough machines. I am not scared of them, and I don't dislike them. I'm just bored. Seriously bored. You can't take your iPhone in there, you can't take reading material, you can't even scratch an itch. All you can do is lie there and sleep.
Even trying to get a blog post out of it is difficult at this point. As many machines as I've been in this year, I have nothing more to say.
So, I was happy I could delay the test. Yes, my lower back on the left side burns, but as long as I take the medicine prescribed, I can live a normal, pre-post-cancer life. I went about my business, figuring my next medical appointment would be Herceptin on November 10th..
Joke's on me. How dare I think I could actually go an entire three weeks without being poked, prodded, examined or placed in a machine of some sort?
How delusional can a person get?
Yesterday, I had to face reality when the phone rang and it was Radiological Associates, calling to schedule a CT scan. Unfortunately, when Dr. House was told that I couldn't have an MRI due to the expander, he didn't give up hope, unlike California's Republicans. Instead, he found a non-magnetic device to stick me into.
One good thing - my test is 5:30 this Friday. I counted, and I've had about 70 medical appointments this past year, and this is the first convenient appointment time I've been given. After work, right at nap time.
Maybe I'll see Sawyer after all....in my dreams.