"No, your pee won't turn blue."
I dealt with more medical stuff today than I had intended! It was shot day, but I also needed to discuss my blood results with Dr S. I thought we'd do so, I'd get more diet pointers, and I could relax. Not so. Cholesterol results were okay, but yeah, I do need to tweak the diet. What stood out, though, was very low iron results. I'd told him the previous week I was very tired, which had come on about a month ago, towards the end of my mother's two hospital admissions.
Always good to get an answer, but now I have to have an iron infusion, which is going to take place next week. I hope they use the other arm, because Dr S also sent me to get a CT scan of pretty much everything that isn't my head or a limb. I thought might as well get that done asap, since that means we can discuss those results when I show up to get the iron. The scan involves them injecting the patient with iodine to get the pictures showing up more clearly, as the tech explained. I can't think very clearly right now and may have confused iodine with indigo. So no, my pee won't turn blue, but they insisted on stabbing me in the same arm as my blood test jab.
My enthusiasm was probably not noted. It'll give you something to look forward to for Christmas, Dr S said, generously. Much appreciated, says I. The insincerity was mutual. I think Dr S is of the same school of philosophy as I am. You take entertainment where you can get it. And let's not even go near the colonoscopy he's planning to make me have next year.
Always good to get an answer, but now I have to have an iron infusion, which is going to take place next week. I hope they use the other arm, because Dr S also sent me to get a CT scan of pretty much everything that isn't my head or a limb. I thought might as well get that done asap, since that means we can discuss those results when I show up to get the iron. The scan involves them injecting the patient with iodine to get the pictures showing up more clearly, as the tech explained. I can't think very clearly right now and may have confused iodine with indigo. So no, my pee won't turn blue, but they insisted on stabbing me in the same arm as my blood test jab.
My enthusiasm was probably not noted. It'll give you something to look forward to for Christmas, Dr S said, generously. Much appreciated, says I. The insincerity was mutual. I think Dr S is of the same school of philosophy as I am. You take entertainment where you can get it. And let's not even go near the colonoscopy he's planning to make me have next year.
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