A good friend picked me up and dropped me off at our local medical center, HCMC. I got in to see Radiology for my hip shot more or less on time. Got the same tech and supervisor as last time and they remembered me and we chatted while a team of students watched on the monitor. It went smoothly and relatively painlessly.
In general, mask use at HCMC is pretty casual so if you’re going there for anything, plan for that. I masked the whole time and the radiologist and his student both wore masks when they were near me. There may, of course, be air purifiers running but best to ask if you need to do anything at the big clinics.
Then it was off to the Boob Smoosh to check for the “maybe it’s something…or not” shadow from the last one. The tech was unmasked and the smoosh was excruciating - I literally have bruises on my boob from being clamped so tight (I have never missed the Piper Breast Center at Abbott so much!), and it was…inconclusive. So onward for an ultrasound. The tech was gentle and masked, the doctor courteous and pleasant (but not masked) but the upshot is maybe it’s something, maybe it’s not, come back in 6 months Or sooner if I notice anything.
My friend had sensibly gone swimming at the Y and swung back around to pick me up. We stopped off at the cafe at Norway House for recovery tea and learned that her spouse was still feeling crappy from a health issue on Thursday so we decided to keep the dinner reservation, but pass on the Brave New Workshop show they already had tickets for. We came back to house, I checked in Jana and puttered, then we went for a lovely dinner at Gorkha Palace. Then she dropped me off and borrowed my new dumpling press and went off to experiment with it. I did author royalty payments (buy more books! We’re having a sake at Smashwords!) and went to bed.
My hip had been feeling steadily better and apart from frequent trips to the bathroom, I was anticipating a decent night’s sleep, uninterrupted by lots of pain. Apparently I had forgotten how these steroid shots work. I was up at 1:15, then again 2:30 as my body attempted to shed ALL the inflammation. I gave up and went out to the couch. Ma’at, bless her tiny heart, is not happy that we’re out of her regular raw meat food and began howling her tiny head off. Jana got up at 3:30 and proceeded to take a shower because she bases her schedule on my first movements in the morning. Cue more cat howling, more pee breaks, me swearing and yelling at everyone. I shut myself in the bedroom and managed a hour and a half of interrupted naps, until Jana shut Ma’at inside with me. And I gave up on sleep and got up. I am definitely bendier and 5 pounds lighter so we see how today goes. I’m off to a coffee shop drag show with another friend tonight so hopefully I’ll be in better shape.