Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Not Morg or Imorg
Today I feel like my own brain has been swiped.
I needed to have an MRI of my lower spine. In light of one of my complaints to Lita, she consulted with Dr. Hayes and wondered if there might be irritation of the nerve bundles in my lower spine, which has quite a bit of metastatic damage. Apparently, "irritated nerve bundles" can cause wacky symptoms that don't seem to have anything to do with the back. So U of M scheduled me for an MRI on October 10.
At 2:40 a.m.
That is not a typo.
Brian and I slogged out of bed and to the car at 1:45ish, and we got there slightly before 2:30. We weren't sure if we were supposed to park in the structure or use the ER parking valet, or what. We parked in what is the most poorly arranged parking structure ever, and then walked the loooong walk to the east elevators.
Having an MRI involves contrast dye, which the technician said was water soluble. I asked if they could inject it through a port, since it wasn't iodine contrast. "Yes," she said, "Is your port accessed? I don't have a nurse here at night so we can't access ports."
Great. So because of the asinine scheduling, I had to endure being stabbed three times, once in the crook of the arm (vein was too deep) and twice in the leathery scar-laden veins on my hand. People always think my hand veins are going to be good. They are mistaken.
We got home at five. I got up at eight to come to work. I am cranky and disoriented; a bad combination. I have bags.
Grrr.
I needed to have an MRI of my lower spine. In light of one of my complaints to Lita, she consulted with Dr. Hayes and wondered if there might be irritation of the nerve bundles in my lower spine, which has quite a bit of metastatic damage. Apparently, "irritated nerve bundles" can cause wacky symptoms that don't seem to have anything to do with the back. So U of M scheduled me for an MRI on October 10.
At 2:40 a.m.
That is not a typo.
Brian and I slogged out of bed and to the car at 1:45ish, and we got there slightly before 2:30. We weren't sure if we were supposed to park in the structure or use the ER parking valet, or what. We parked in what is the most poorly arranged parking structure ever, and then walked the loooong walk to the east elevators.
Having an MRI involves contrast dye, which the technician said was water soluble. I asked if they could inject it through a port, since it wasn't iodine contrast. "Yes," she said, "Is your port accessed? I don't have a nurse here at night so we can't access ports."
Great. So because of the asinine scheduling, I had to endure being stabbed three times, once in the crook of the arm (vein was too deep) and twice in the leathery scar-laden veins on my hand. People always think my hand veins are going to be good. They are mistaken.
We got home at five. I got up at eight to come to work. I am cranky and disoriented; a bad combination. I have bags.
Grrr.
Labels: Brian, Dr. Hayes, hospital, injection, Lita, MRI, port
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Appointments and CT scans and MRIs, Oh My!
This week I had the veritable motherlode of appointments. I had my usual blood draw/oncology team visit/infusion & pellet injection on Tuesday. I made sure to bring pictures of the wedding with me to show Lita, the Oncology nurse practitioner, who demanded them last time. (I also tossed in some of the wedding favors Brian's mom put together for her and Dr. Hayes.)
My mom picked me up, and they were running on time at the blood draw station, so I went in, had some tubes sucked out painlessly as possible (I love those people), and then came out to go to the next appointment. We went upstairs and waited for Brian. The check-in area was hectic, and there was about an hour to wait.
We did not get to go in early.
They called me to one of the rooms, and forty minutes later, Brian showed up. Finally, my mom decided she had to go, so she left and Brian and I waited some more. And we waited and waited. I chewed some gum. It lost its flavor, and still I waited. Finally Lita came in and checked how I was doing. I showed her the mini-album of pictures my mom put together and gave her the party favor. She was delighted with the candy, not having eaten lunch that day.
We talked about the nausea, and how that's really the only thing bothering me significantly at this point. We also talked about driving, and she suggested that physical therapy would be the place to address that issue, so I said I'd talk to Dr. Rodriguez (the physical medicine specialist) today about it. Then she took off to find Dr. Hayes and send him in.
We waited, and waited, and waited....
My gum lost its flavor, so I threw it away. I got cold and decided to put my shirt back on. I figured if the doctor wanted to use the stethescope, he didn't need me in a gown for that.
Finally he ducked in and asked if we'd seen Lita. Sure, uh, about an HOUR ago. He asked briefly how I was and then said he'd come back with her.
When they got back, and the doctor talked about how the "numbers are down" and that things are looking very good. He was talking about the presence of protein markers which indicate tumor activity: tumor activity is down, so I am getting healthier. He is a little bit concerned about the nausea, and ordered an MRI of the brain to rule out tumors there. "A hundred dollars on it being nothing," he said (or something like it.)
This makes me nervous. I have beaten stupider odds. But surely the universe would not do this to me again--that would just be cruel. They just have to rule it out. I hope they're ruling it out. "I'd stay and talk, but you're doing well and I need to go help the sick people," he said, and left.
So Lita suggested seeing if the MRI people I was going to see this morning could add another MRI.
I had to be at the hospital today at 5:30 a.m. Laugh uproariously, all ye who know how much of a morning person I am not.
They did add the other MRI, but it totally ruined my whole shtick about pretending to be a photon torpedo. They put stabilizer pads by my head and then affixed a thing that was more like The Man in the Iron Mask than Star Trek. It ruined my concentration and made me all tense. Then just as the test was beginning I suddenly realized I had totally forgotten to take my wedding band off. Was I wearing any metal? Duh....I thought for sure I had remembered everything. I could feel it buzzing to the MRI pulse and hoped that the machine wasn't going to explode or zap my ring finger off or anything like that.
The CT scan was over very quickly; it was just of the neck. The original CT and MRI scans were prescribed by Dr. Rodriguez, who wanted to investigate why I've been getting some numbness in my hands when my head turns a certain way. (I'm guessing "pinched nerve," but I'm not the doctor.) So after this morning, I had to go back to Ann Arbor in the afternoon to see her. She asked how I was, inquired about my movement, measuered my legs when I complained one feels shorter than the other, and wrote out a new prescription for physical therapy, suggested a driving evaluation when I asked about that, and told me that I can have an appointment with orthotist? Orthotician?
I have to get an orthotic wedge in my shoe. Sigh. At least this will help with the limping. I guess a wedge is better than having to get orthopedic shoes. My mom had to wear those when she was younger and the result was a woman with a full-blown shoe fetish that has yet to wane.
My mom picked me up, and they were running on time at the blood draw station, so I went in, had some tubes sucked out painlessly as possible (I love those people), and then came out to go to the next appointment. We went upstairs and waited for Brian. The check-in area was hectic, and there was about an hour to wait.
We did not get to go in early.
They called me to one of the rooms, and forty minutes later, Brian showed up. Finally, my mom decided she had to go, so she left and Brian and I waited some more. And we waited and waited. I chewed some gum. It lost its flavor, and still I waited. Finally Lita came in and checked how I was doing. I showed her the mini-album of pictures my mom put together and gave her the party favor. She was delighted with the candy, not having eaten lunch that day.
We talked about the nausea, and how that's really the only thing bothering me significantly at this point. We also talked about driving, and she suggested that physical therapy would be the place to address that issue, so I said I'd talk to Dr. Rodriguez (the physical medicine specialist) today about it. Then she took off to find Dr. Hayes and send him in.
We waited, and waited, and waited....
My gum lost its flavor, so I threw it away. I got cold and decided to put my shirt back on. I figured if the doctor wanted to use the stethescope, he didn't need me in a gown for that.
Finally he ducked in and asked if we'd seen Lita. Sure, uh, about an HOUR ago. He asked briefly how I was and then said he'd come back with her.
When they got back, and the doctor talked about how the "numbers are down" and that things are looking very good. He was talking about the presence of protein markers which indicate tumor activity: tumor activity is down, so I am getting healthier. He is a little bit concerned about the nausea, and ordered an MRI of the brain to rule out tumors there. "A hundred dollars on it being nothing," he said (or something like it.)
This makes me nervous. I have beaten stupider odds. But surely the universe would not do this to me again--that would just be cruel. They just have to rule it out. I hope they're ruling it out. "I'd stay and talk, but you're doing well and I need to go help the sick people," he said, and left.
So Lita suggested seeing if the MRI people I was going to see this morning could add another MRI.
I had to be at the hospital today at 5:30 a.m. Laugh uproariously, all ye who know how much of a morning person I am not.
They did add the other MRI, but it totally ruined my whole shtick about pretending to be a photon torpedo. They put stabilizer pads by my head and then affixed a thing that was more like The Man in the Iron Mask than Star Trek. It ruined my concentration and made me all tense. Then just as the test was beginning I suddenly realized I had totally forgotten to take my wedding band off. Was I wearing any metal? Duh....I thought for sure I had remembered everything. I could feel it buzzing to the MRI pulse and hoped that the machine wasn't going to explode or zap my ring finger off or anything like that.
The CT scan was over very quickly; it was just of the neck. The original CT and MRI scans were prescribed by Dr. Rodriguez, who wanted to investigate why I've been getting some numbness in my hands when my head turns a certain way. (I'm guessing "pinched nerve," but I'm not the doctor.) So after this morning, I had to go back to Ann Arbor in the afternoon to see her. She asked how I was, inquired about my movement, measuered my legs when I complained one feels shorter than the other, and wrote out a new prescription for physical therapy, suggested a driving evaluation when I asked about that, and told me that I can have an appointment with orthotist? Orthotician?
I have to get an orthotic wedge in my shoe. Sigh. At least this will help with the limping. I guess a wedge is better than having to get orthopedic shoes. My mom had to wear those when she was younger and the result was a woman with a full-blown shoe fetish that has yet to wane.
Labels: brain scan, Brian, CT scan, Dr. Hayes, Dr. Rodriguez, infusion, injection, Lita, mom, MRI, nausea, physical therapy, star trek, tumor marker, wedding
