Well the NHS has kicked in high gear since Tuesday. Lots of phone action and get to the Agnes hunt for a blood test by 2.30 Wednesday affo.Followed by those letters on rather grey paper, Go for a CT scan on Friday, ultrasound Wednesday and MRI Thursday, wow talk about a change in pace.
So Friday evening at 5.50 I rock up to Shrewsbury hospital, I know exactly what I am looking for the mobile CT scan unit. And I saw it when I went for my camera up through the nose and and then down the throat experience on Tuesday, so we park in the first car park and walk to the unit. This is in keeping with my take any opportunity for a brisk walk policy, and it's about a half kilometer walk (the royal Shrewsbury is fairly big) so I get to the mobile CT scanner with ten minutes to spare.
Rather a smart looking bit of kit,clean fairly new looking with a set of steps to the door of wonder, up the steps knock on the door and a pleasant young lady looks at the list, turn's and asked me to confirm my name and informs me that I am at the wrong mobile CT scanner.
I want the one by the other outpatients bit not the ENT bit, no the original one at the other side of the hospital.
Did I mention that the Shrewsbury hospital is big?
Thank klono that I was taught ten minutes early is on time. So it's time for a very brisk walk at around park run brisk, I find the right unit, and am on time just.
So it's in and on to the table and into the tumble dryer with a needle in my arm (actually a green cannula) eight minutes of buzzing, clunking and a pre recorded woman's voice saying "lie still don't swallow" (strange that a instruction not to swallow creates so much saliva) and then we are done and it's into the hospital for the half hour observation just incase I have a allergic reaction to the contrast gunk, I give the nurse the mandatory, I am on clopidog and asprin sthick.
Uh huh she says let's just take this off, and gives me a microscopic pice of cotton wool, while keeping one for herself. Out comes the cannula, and of course lots of people Juice.
That was probably the best bit her slightly shocked and vaugely panicked reaction to well working blood thinners.
We got it stopped with a decent size pice of cotton wool, and home in time for tea and biscuits, well sea bass and a mixed salad with savoury rice.
I really hope that I find the right ultra sound department on Wednesday,one wrong turn in that maze and I could find out I am six months gone and it's a boy.