Up, down, up
Today has been a day of ups, downs and telephone calls.
First thing in the morning, Katelyn and I went to the hospital to pick up my thyrogen injection (a lovely chemical which cunningly conceals my medication so that I don't have to go hypothyroid prior to my whole body scan on Wednesday, which should show how cancerous I still am). This was fine, as was the injection itself (at the GP surgery).
Got home, opened post. Have won a blueberry plant from the nearby blueberry farm in a raffle! Woohoo! I've been wanting one of those :)
Went to Rhymetime at the library. Lots of fun, though Katelyn demonstrated her Houdini-like ability to escape several times :) Also it'll become weekly instead of monthly from September - yay!
Get home again, sleeping baby in buggy. Bonus! Decide to double check scan details.
***insert panic and misc. swearing***
Basically the thyrogen is supposed to be injected 24 and 48 hours before I'm injected with radioactive iodine (I-123 this time), NOT - as the surgery had been led to believe - before the scan. The problem being that my appointment for the I-123 injection is tomorrow morning, a little before that for thyrogen #2. NOT GOOD.
So after much blaming and rescheduling, I'm getting thyrogen #2 first thing tomorrow and I-123 after lunch, with the scans shifted by a few hours too. They can't just shift it all by a day, because by that time the I-123 will have degraded too much to be worth watching for on the scanner.
Personally I blame the hospital for this, as I *know* the hosp nurse who spoke to the GP nurse got her wires crossed. How? Because when I phoned up in a panic she was adamant that everything was fine and I needn't worry. My spouting of details from the thyrogen manufacturer's website made her decide to check. Oops.
Will my scan be worth the effort? It's hard to say. I don't know enough about the process, but what is certain is that the various timings will be out by.. oooh, a good 18 hours or so. That's a fair bit, don't you think? IF ONLY THE DAMNED HOSPITAL HADN'T INSISTED THAT I GET THE INJECTION DONE ELSEWHERE. Or they could have passed on the right information. Either would have worked. *head!desk*
And I can't even have chocolate, due to the shitty low iodine diet.
On a final upside, m'lovely friend Yogini is getting married!! IN INDIA. And though we can't really afford it, I may be going. How often do you get invited to a wedding in India, after all :)
Edit: One day I will go back and read all these posts of frustration regarding the hospital, particularly this one and those regarding their lack of info/support when I was breastfeeding, and I will write a big fat letter of complaint. One day. When I'm fortified by chocolate and Katelyn is at my mum's, so I can rant and cry in peace. In many ways they've been great, but then something like this comes along and I want to scream.
First thing in the morning, Katelyn and I went to the hospital to pick up my thyrogen injection (a lovely chemical which cunningly conceals my medication so that I don't have to go hypothyroid prior to my whole body scan on Wednesday, which should show how cancerous I still am). This was fine, as was the injection itself (at the GP surgery).
Got home, opened post. Have won a blueberry plant from the nearby blueberry farm in a raffle! Woohoo! I've been wanting one of those :)
Went to Rhymetime at the library. Lots of fun, though Katelyn demonstrated her Houdini-like ability to escape several times :) Also it'll become weekly instead of monthly from September - yay!
Get home again, sleeping baby in buggy. Bonus! Decide to double check scan details.
***insert panic and misc. swearing***
Basically the thyrogen is supposed to be injected 24 and 48 hours before I'm injected with radioactive iodine (I-123 this time), NOT - as the surgery had been led to believe - before the scan. The problem being that my appointment for the I-123 injection is tomorrow morning, a little before that for thyrogen #2. NOT GOOD.
So after much blaming and rescheduling, I'm getting thyrogen #2 first thing tomorrow and I-123 after lunch, with the scans shifted by a few hours too. They can't just shift it all by a day, because by that time the I-123 will have degraded too much to be worth watching for on the scanner.
Personally I blame the hospital for this, as I *know* the hosp nurse who spoke to the GP nurse got her wires crossed. How? Because when I phoned up in a panic she was adamant that everything was fine and I needn't worry. My spouting of details from the thyrogen manufacturer's website made her decide to check. Oops.
Will my scan be worth the effort? It's hard to say. I don't know enough about the process, but what is certain is that the various timings will be out by.. oooh, a good 18 hours or so. That's a fair bit, don't you think? IF ONLY THE DAMNED HOSPITAL HADN'T INSISTED THAT I GET THE INJECTION DONE ELSEWHERE. Or they could have passed on the right information. Either would have worked. *head!desk*
And I can't even have chocolate, due to the shitty low iodine diet.
On a final upside, m'lovely friend Yogini is getting married!! IN INDIA. And though we can't really afford it, I may be going. How often do you get invited to a wedding in India, after all :)
Edit: One day I will go back and read all these posts of frustration regarding the hospital, particularly this one and those regarding their lack of info/support when I was breastfeeding, and I will write a big fat letter of complaint. One day. When I'm fortified by chocolate and Katelyn is at my mum's, so I can rant and cry in peace. In many ways they've been great, but then something like this comes along and I want to scream.