Well, an afternoon really.
I have my check-up with the oncologist later on today and either before or after that I’ll be going to get my port flushed, and then go to emergency to get my eyeballs looked at. That weird flashing prism thing happened again on Sunday evening, though it didn’t last as long as the first time. Agustín had told me to go directly to emergency if it happened again, but since I had to be there today anyhow I decided to wait.
I should find out when my next scan is going to be, and whether it will be a CT or a PET. I don’t have many hospital buddies anymore, so Nog is going to come with me for the oncologist appointment and hopefully won’t have to leave before we get in. The appointment is for 5.00 and he has a class at 6.30, so if I’m lucky there won’t be too much of a wait. But I’ll probably end up doing the port and going to emergency on my own. So watch for me on Twitter!
I really really hate hospitals, especially when I’m alone.
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okay, I’ll be watching… 🙂
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Heh, I’ll have to make sure the ol’ iPhone is fully charged before I leave. At least none of the stuff I’ll have to do there on my own is “scary”. Even the oncologist visit today is just to set up the next scan. But I still reckon on being there at least three hours.
And it looks like it’s going to be a “hospital day” for Sunny too.
Looking forward to tomorrow…
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I still have this vision of a big lever on the trade and convention building here when I read ‘flush the port’. And keep in mind that back in the sixties I paid good money for experiencing a ‘weird flashing prism thing’. Keep real and stay WELL.
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I guess a more cuddly version of cat scan or pet scan would be preferred 🙂 Good luck, az, Keep my fingers crossed for an acceptable afternoon at the hospital.
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Fingers crossed here also.
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Curiously disappointing onc appointment. Dr Ana asked a few questions then said, “ok, see you in February!”. This surprised me and I told her I thought I was supposed to be tested every three months (last CT scan was early September). And then she said I’d get a scan done in January (4 months after) and she’d see me on 22 February. So then I asked her if I’d be having a CT or a PET scan – and I swear it was like she just decided on a whim – she said “oh, let’s make it a PET with Ricardo”. Weird.
When I went downstairs to make the PET appointment I saw Isabel and told her I thought my tests were supposed to be every three months, not four, and she said that PETs were for when CTs turn up something suspicious that they want to se more clearly (or differently).
Anyhow, hours later I am still waiting to get my eyes tested. I got in at emergency quick enough but then was told I had to put drops in my eyes every 20 minutes for an hour and a half. So I’m up the road sitting on a terrace and having a cold beer while I wait. Almost time to head back. Nog was going to come back after his class but I sent him home to check up on Sunny instead.
Hope my eyes are okay…
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I’m sure they are.
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How are the eyes?
I imagine you’re extremely fed up of this ongoing rollercoaster ride?
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I know it’s not top of the list right now, but how are your eyes? Are you OK?
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Oh, after all that they said they could find nothing physically wrong with my eyes. Which was a relief I guess, but they still couldn’t explain what “turned on the lights”.
But those three hours I sat waiting in emergency I could have been home looking after Sunny. Though as I said elsewhere, if I’d got back in time to take him back to the vet’s before they closed I probably would have done … probably for nothing, but they might have suggested putting him down on the spot, which would have been better for Sunny, saving him that awful last night. Oh, I don’t know. I keep thinking about while I was sitting outside that cafe putting eye drops in my eyes my poor Sunny was getting sicker and sicker at home…
I’m actually quite concerned about the slapdash way I was offered a PET scan and that I’m suddenly waiting four months between scans rather than three. When I’m thinking a bit more clearly I’ll check into this further.
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Well. If you hadn’t gone through the test and the eye drops and all, you wouldn’t KNOW your eyes are physically OK, as far as they can tell. And Sunny would still have died and you wouldn’t have gone to the emergency room and if you had you would have been hard pressed not to cry your eyes out there with too much time to think.
It can be argued that hindsight is 20/20 but it’s not HELPFUL. Stop torturing yourself about what might have been and remember you were with him when it counted.
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I know, I know … it was just so hard watching him die and feeling so helpless. I hope he knows I was there. I’m pretty sure that at least some of the time he did.
Thanks.
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By ‘counted’ I mean when he died, while he lived, when he was happy, when he needed care, when he wanted food, when he had to be fed by hand, when he was purring on top of you.
And when you needed a shoulder to cry on or something to laugh at or just to be taken down a peg or two. It all counts.
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