Jokes & Scans

Oct 29, 2013

I had my CT scan today. This involved having to drink a litre of sickly aniseed syrupy liquid (imagine Ouzo but without the alcohol to make it worthwhile).

Trying to avoid the public displays of affection from the two youngsters sat opposite me in a very small waiting room, and a drip which made me feel hot, which was just as well as the room’s air con seemed to be set to cold gale. Not pleasant when you’re wearing a hospital gown.

I had a joke with the radiographers which lightened the mood somewhat. I seem to have a habit of trying to lighten things up. Is it my job to do that? Probably not, but if I don’t then who will? Do people think I’m going to cry or talk about cancer all the time? I don’t know, but I haven’t changed my personality. I can still be a cow, granted, but that’s normal!

We had a long conversation with the health insurance company, which resulted in a conversation with my Consultant, and the first operation potentially being brought forward to Monday. This Monday. After the weekend Monday. 6 days time Monday. (When I was supposed to be getting the new washing machine delivered. That’s now been changed.)

This scares me. It means that I really am on this journey. It’s not a dream, and it is happening to me. Sometimes it feels like this is all happening to someone else. Having an operation means it is happening.

So, I’m having a glass of wine.