I wasn’t quite sure how I felt when I woke up on Friday morning, so it was a very confused woman who staggered to the car.
For days, I had been fighting a feeling of vague disappointment, so sure that this long-awaited appointment would be a waste of time, like so many before. (It usually takes a long time, and several repeated appointments for me get any answers.)
In for a penny, though, so I wore my best optimistic face and sallied forth. Both procedures were grueling and lengthy. The first, where they used me as a pincushion, injecting dye into my right hip to illuminate the possible problem, took a while, but the doctor who spent a lot of time handling my nether regions was very attractive, and smiled at me a lot, so there were bonuses.
Then came the MRI, which went on so long I almost fell asleep. Why do they insist on shouting instructions at you, when you’re wearing earplugs and a set of earphones?
All told, this visit took six hours…
Long before I reached home, the effects of the steroid they had also injected were beginning to ease the pain, and I wanted to cheer. I pray that it lasts…
It was an exhausting day, but all I could think about was finishing my latest book, Swan Song…
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