So how abut this?
I'm having another MRI. Tommorrow afternoon. 4:30 local time.
Wish me luck!
I'm doing it drug-free, something I didn't think possible last time around. Yet another sign of how much more normal everything has become again. It's nice.
I heard back from the nice oncologist in charge of the focus group, and participated in two more rounds of study. Not nearly as exciting as the actual focus group as it was just a chance to try different versions of the questionnaire they are designing to find out just how skull-based surgery impacts your life and provide some feedback - but another sign of normal was that when he contacted me to see if I was interested, I didn't almost have a nervous breakdown. Unlike last time.
Same yesterday. When the hospital phoned me to remind me of tomorrow's MRI, I managed to talk to them calmly and didn't almost loose my dinner. Which, you know, almost happened once before.
It's all good.
The thing that hasn't changed is the cow that is Dr. Hotshot's receptionist. She still doesn't seem to think that returning people's voice mails and actually scheduling for a follow-up appointment to see the good doctor and to get their MRI results are part of her job duties. She still bothers me, and probably always will. She caused us so much grief when we were struggling with everyhing early on that I don't think I'll ever understand why she is the first person of contact in an office such as his, or anywhere, really. But whatever. I know she doesn't care that I'll have to wait forever again before I'll get to see him (calling me back weeks ago really would have been too easy, especially since that would have meant I'd get to see him a little closer to my actual MRI date), so I will just keep calling her back. One of these days she will answer her phone. Right? She must. I know she will, 'cause it has happened in the past.
Otherwise, life is good. And normal, which, more than anything, is exactly where I want to be right now.
3 comments:
This is so great to read! We're all thinking of you and bombarding you with positive thoughts for the scan tomorrow.
I just stumbled upon your blog while searching for a couple of things on Google(my best friend just had a brain surgery and I'm so clueless about it). I love the way you've captured your experiences in this blog, you write amazingly well...
My best friend lost his sense of smell as well and reading posts about your recovery process gives me some insights into what he's going through currently-- he can't speak much because he's had a facial reconstruction done too, a very unfortunate accident.
Its great to see you're recovering well and I hope that everything stays good(and as normal as possible, the way you like it :)
Hi tweet,
good luck to your friend! With time, things hopefully will work out!
And thanks :)
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