No News Is.

[mrissa]

The techs who did my MRI are not allowed to give preliminary reads. They told me that a doctor at the hospital there would look at my brain pictures this afternoon, and if there was something seriously anomalous, they'd call my doctor right away today, and she'd call me. Otherwise, a couple of business days. We've heard nothing. We hope that's good.

My head is still pounding from the noise, and the dye they put in my arm stings still. They put the radio on for me, because I thought it was preferable to headphones, but then one of the two songs in the whole entire world guaranteed to make me cry came on the radio, so I kept thinking, "Shut up, Chrissie, shut up," at the radio and sniveling and not moving my head.

And then I found out I didn't have my credit card; turns out I'd left it at the restaurant last night, and they have it safe for me to pick up after supper. Whew.

This is not what we call the best afternoon ever. But it could have been worse; I could have gotten home from Cub to find out the doctor had already called with bad news, instead of the likelihood of none.

markgritter is walking Ista, and I'm going to start dinner, and maybe I'll have a little more energy after that.

Comments

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

Don't be surprised if the sting turns into a bruise and takes a while to fade; the contrast they use is really obnoxious. It does eventually go away completely, just about the time you start thinking it's settled in for life.

I'm glad it's no bad news so far.

[flewellyn.livejournal.com]

Well, if you had a brain tumor, it'd be pretty easy to see, and they'd call you right away. So, you probably don't. *crosses appendages*

What is the song that made you cry? I am curious.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

"I'll Stand By You." It's no more tear-jerking than many another song I like, but it's attached to a very specific period in my life for which it was appropriate.

[copperwise.livejournal.com]

Keeping good thoughts for you.

[mkille.livejournal.com]

Hope you still haven't heard anything, and that your evening is better than your afternoon.

With the dye, would you say you are at all Pictish-seeming now?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I have not had the urge to drink or fight, so Pict perhaps but Pictsie, no.

[loup_noir]

Crappy day, but at least that's over. I hope that the rest of your new year is much happier and full of puppy kisses.

[dsgood.livejournal.com]

Really, really bad is when they don't let you leave. Happened to someone I used to know; in his case, it was diabetes.

Good thoughts on the way!!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

In this case, the techs would not have been empowered to keep me over anything they found. They weren't even empowered to tell me anything they found.