Just needed a break after this past week of medical tests. It's always a bit scary when waiting for results, especially of our chests. Phil's CT scan was clear and my x-ray was also clear so big sighs of relief from both of us.
I had a whole lot of blood tests done to do with this excess calcium business. I have a copy of those tests but as I've never had them done before they are more or less double dutch to me although a couple look not quite right. I'll find out about all that soon but doubt there's anything very serious showing up.
Of course I don't have the result of the CT scan of my parathyroid glands but have had a call from the surgeon's lovely receptionist who said 'something' has shown up so will definitely head over there for my appointment on Monday next. Am hoping there may be an adenoma on just one of the four glands which can be removed reasonably easily. Have to wait of course to see what the specialist has to say.
I've been reading up about it and if I do have an adenoma and it can be removed I can hope to feel lots better in many ways but I mustn't jump the gun as I may be told something entirely different to what I am anticipating. I've always been a great believer in the old saying "Don't count your chicken until you come to them" or is "Don't cross your bridges until they're hatched"??? You know what I'm getting at don't you?
That CT scan was one of those where they take pics ('please do not swallow' was said several times) and after about 20 minutes they add something into the canulla which makes you just oh so hot all over for several seconds. Even though you are expecting it, it still comes as quite a surprise. My old back stood up to it quite well this time but the old shoulders suffered a bit as the bench you lie on is so narrow there's nowhere to rest the poor old shoulders on.
Mustn't complain as the gentleman who looked after me was just soooooo nice. I couldn't have asked for anyone better. I had to give him an idea of which vein to use to pop the canulla in and it worked OK and didn't hurt a bit which shows you how experienced he was at his work. I told him I thought he was marvellous and I think he deserved every word of that praise. I think he would have been in his fifties and looked so much like my orthopaedic surgeon that they could have been brothers. He said he'd have preferred it if I'd said he looked like Brad Pitt or someone like that and I was sorry to disappoint him.
My apologies for not visiting your blogs or replying to your comments this week but I will definitely do that over the weekend, even is I don't post anything myself. Thanks for your patience.
