I snapped this picture of the radiology order in the elevator. It packs a punch, doesn’t it. I think my husband is worried though we both agree the chance I have cancer seems remote.
I will see my doc for the results, Monday, under the full moon in Sagittarius. He’s a no nonsense guy.
Right now I don’t feel too concerned. I could see the rampant rheumy stuff on the little body model, visible during the test. I don’t know what else might show up, but I’m beginning to think I might have a stress fracture or something like that…maybe as far back as last year when I fell over that railing at two in the morning, and landed in the mud. I slipped and fell at least five feet down – BAM. It hurt so bad, I was wondering if would be able to get up at…which eventually, I did.
If this is the case, I told a friend, “Hopefully they can just caulk it.” I am not too keen on lying around.
No matter what the results, I’ll be glad to have them. I am sick of telling people I can’t walk for a year at this point, and that I have various problems that are hard to isolate. I like having a hard copy like this…to go with the mri of my, “junkyard neck”.
Freakin’ Capricorn, whatcha gonna do? At least I have dimples.