Friday, July 4, 2014

Tick Tock

The wait for the radiologist's determination takes longer than one might expect (though later it will become obvious that this is because there was a lot to look at). But it isn't uneventful. 

First up, musical rooms. It seems the treatment room I've been placed in is really meant for patients with broken bones and fractures. It's got shelves loaded with splints and plaster and all the things necessary for treating bone problems. And while I don't have bone problem, another patient has arrived who does. Thus, I'm asked if I would mind relocating to another room to make things easier for the team treating the new arrival. Why not? With the exception of the brief time in the CT scanner, I've been in this room for nearly three hours and a change of scenery sounds like a good idea. So I move to room designed for ear, nose and throat issues. At least it's something different to look at, and sitting in the ENT chair is a change from the original bed. But after about forty-five minutes, I go back to where I started. 

Next up, grade A painkillers. Throughout the morning the stabbing pains have been continuing. The PA's been asking if I wanted anything for the pain, and at this point I'm ready to concede the point. The nurse hits my IV with some very effective drugs. I can't say I'm a fan of the woozy feeling it causes, but that passes after about fifteen minutes and for an hour or so the stabbing feels like a nail file rather than a dagger. Color me impressed. 

And so some pain-free time passes, and then everything changes. 

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