In preparation for the Pet-Scan, I had to keep quiet the day before. No hiking, no cycling, and I would have included my household for the sake of convenience. That worked out really well for me.
So I watched sweethearts on the couch TV. Fell asleep a hundred thousand times, but, hey, I was quiet. Physically, because in my head there was a lot of things happening.
And when the mailman threw a sweet ticket through the bus, I really had to cry for a while. Thick tears. So sweet words could get me big off the wap. Still by the way.
Don't do more, you guys !!

I had to take office sober on Petscan day.
Thank God at 8.30 am. Not my time, as a night person, but for being sober and smooth, an ideal time.
An hour before research I had to drink a gallon of water. I would have spoiled myself, if I had to, with fresh mint tea with ginger, instead of. coffee. Coffee was allowed, but without sugar and milk, but I don't like that.


Petscan and CTscan

The only one without a face mask, I tripped into the hospital. I don't put on face masks. Not now, never not. Yes, I am a recalcitrant female.
Was then held still by the hostess, when I wanted to walk firmly to the department. Don't ask if I had my scan code with me first, but point right to another device where I should report. Lady interrupted in her explanation that I have scan code with me, so I didn't have to.
Sigh. the world really gets to learn to communicate. Hospital staff in particular, maybe. But that's not entirely fair, because the MammaCenter has been communicated so far. Especially for me, they took off their face mask so I can lip-read.
That's where the Pet scan went wrong this morning. Face mask they held. Fine you, then you have to talk very hard. That it makes me tired of it, there's no thought about it. On the other hand, nice quiet, because there is also little talk to a hearing impaired when you have to yell.
When asked if I had already had a first vaccination, and I said no, she repeated the question again. And then I said again, no.
I heard you, I said.

Well, 15% of population don't want vaccination. I'm one of them. Not by principle, by the way. More for fear of side effects.
Especially when the complaints loomed, which have to do with the heart. My heart, who has a hard time with me every now and then.

You know, with bad luck, I'm going to die sooner than I thought ( not that I really think about that, actually ), so let's stretch the place for as long as possible. To survive my kittens. That's a goal of mine.
My apies I had in the shelter myself. Howso shelter? Those ukkies had long decided not to move. At least I don't want to do it to them again that they have to move.

Anyway, drip in it and lie still for an hour to get the radioactive to do its job. Do you know how long that's about an hour. LONG.
At first I was able to relax, but then there came
one-liter-water urge. And then I couldn't relax.
No one who checks ff to see if you're all doing well, and I got more hungry and troubling per second. I wasn't there because I thought it all was so funny.
They don't realize you're already sick when you come for a scan like that. Something more caring should be best.
Eh. must!
I was half standing up in that unsociable loft to break every quietly rule.
(That loft they can make a pretty fun, by the way.
I like to sacrifice myself to think along with, or execute. Paid of course.)
It didn't bother me anymore that quench. I had to go to the toilet. And at that point my rest time was over.
I can time so well, huh?.
Trust me, Speedy Gondzales couldn't keep up with my sprint to the toilet.

I was allowed to go to the scan. No need to take a picture of the scan, by the way, because I had already seen on the internet that there was a great picture of that.
Lying still for half an hour. First Pet-Scan and yet another CT scan behind it. It wasn't told until that morning. Also lasted barely 5 minutes. So no problem.

So I had a load of mess in my body by now!
Radioactive and Contrast Fluid.
There were gallons of tea with fresh mint to drain it as soon as possible.

And then tomorrow at 2.35 p.m. the rash
borstkanker

Go to the toilet first.
Tomorrow I saw again, but had little hope for it.

 

I intentionally antidate in the title, to review the chronological order of treatments. (not only for you, but also for myself)
I won't be able to antidate the blog's side effects with tips, advice and links. That's what I'm going to end up making a nice overview folder for anyone who needs it.

#breastcancer #Petscan #CTscan #CommunicatieInDeZorg


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