So what is becoming a ‘thing’, on Mondays MPS and I go on a date.
To medical appointments. HUZZAH!
Last week it was to get my arse chopped off. And today it will be to get my arse checked to see if the rest of it is going to fall off I guess, but the week before it was entirely different.
It was an entire day of all different types of shit.
First up I got to shove my head in a radioactive donut to find out why my neck is sore. Now if we back up a tad, my neck has actually been sore for hmmmmm… 6 years now and I went to the doctor about it and they were all OMG YOU HAVE A BROKEN SHOULDER and put me on these super dooper pain killers and then I had a stroke and life went to shit from there and I kinda never did anything about it from then. But my neck has still been sore. So I thought I would get it checked out, you know, while I was getting all this other shit done.
Because, WHY NOT!
So anyway. The machine broke down… obviously because HELLO HAVE WE MET? and we had to go to another place to get the CT and they were amazing and lovely and I was in and out in a matter of minutes.
And unlike the last CT, they took my claustrophobia seriously and kept checking on me and were so nice and supportive and while the Mothers Little Helper I took before I got there probably did the heavy lifting, having technicians that make you feel at ease make a scary experience so much easier.
Best CT scan ever.
Next part of our awesome sexy date was to grab a coffee (because I was fasting for the CT and bitch needs her caffeine… and some liquids for our next part of our hot date) and we just happened to go to this funky little cafe that I just happened to know of that sells these gorgeous handbags and what would you know as we were waiting for our awesome banana bread and lattes…
Oh God that banana bread was delicious. Made me so sick but it was so fucking worth it.
I fucking DESERVE it. Isn’t she pretty?????? She is all dotty inside…just like me.
NEXT UP on the hottest date EVER was blood tests! OMG do we know how to rock this shit or WHAT?
You know what that motherfucker is? Lupus. My Rheumotologist is testing for fucking LUPUS.
I hope you are right Greg. You limping bad tempered drug addled motherfucker… you better be right.
Then we skipped off for some lunch and shopping before visiting our friendly
clueless gastro doc.
In and out in 5 minutes with more useless tests that will not actually help me so I don’t even see the point (just confirm the diagnosis that we have already confirmed with a CT of my belly months ago with a belly full of food 16 hours after dinner and I dunno all the symptoms?) but I guess crossing T’s and little love hearts over the i’s and all… next appointment end of January 2016. Pointless.
Then we finished off our hot date with a dip in the hot tub and an early night because OMG EXHAUSTION.
Next week we get to continue the tradition with an appointment with my Rhuemy to get the results of the Lupus blood test and the CT scan.
Extreme Date Hotness.
Hoping for something a little better for the next one. Perhaps not involving anyone from the medical establishment and more fun. Yeah?