Thursday, April 3, 2008

Growing old gracefully.

You know I'm a firm believer in growing old gracefully, none of this plastic surgery or miracle turn back the clock creams for me. No sir. But you know if my body throws one more getting old thing at me I just might throw it out the 11th floor window. Only knowing my luck I'd bloody survive! A week ago last Monday Hubby and I toddled off to the doctors for these youbutesuperdooper health checks. Now we know I have the bone thing going on and the little trip to the hospital last year for the stomach thing, well now it seems I've got a female plumbing thing going on as well. I know, everyone's cringing, no one wants to hear about my plumbing problems. I'm with ya, I don't want to hear about it either. I've no plans to go into details I just wanted to explain where I'd been the last week. So back to Monday week ago, off we go having eaten nothing from the night before, or had a morning cuppa. I have to say right there is where the problem is. No morning cuppa!!! So off we go, we get weighed, measured, poked, prodded, listened to and drained of enough blood to feed a vampire colony for a month. They were nice enough to feed us breakfast, mind you it was the least they could offer. So Hubby comes out and well we all know he's got weight issues, only now the doctor says, 'you've got weight issues' and he's listening more carefully. The doc says everything looks good for me make your follow up appointment before you leave. So we make our appointment for the 24th April. There I am in my own little world, started the multi-vitamins the doc recommended and I'm feeling good. Until Thursday. That's when my little world imploded. The nice receptionist asked if I could come in to see the doctor next week because of some of my results. Sure, when. Thursday. End of phone call. What?!?! What results? What's wrong? What can't wait two extra weeks? Now for those that haven't got the picture yet, I'm a writer! I write fiction, that's made up stuff. I have a very good imagination. The damn thing went wild. I've spent the last week locked inside my own head and I have to tell you, it's scary in there! Basically I closed all the windows, drew the blinds and sat in the dark corner of my mind where no bad things could get me. Well, no more than were already in there anyway. The upshot is I have significant cell changes and need to see a specialist. Cell changes for me would come under significant so when the doctor says they're significant changes what the hell does that mean? Cause for me I'm thinking things are gonna have to come out. I don't want any changes, I don't need any changes! GET THEM OUT!! But noooo, it just means another doctor who will look into it further, charge me more money and then probably tell me I'm okay, lets just watch and see what happens. But I'm getting ahead of myself again and that bloody imagination is tearing off down the road and hitting all the potholes. So I'm taking a breath and going with the everything is fine because when I get to the specialist next Friday, (yes a whole week away) I'm going to say take it out! I don't care what you say, I'm finished with it and changes are significant, significant changes suck!I digress again, this post was meant to tell you all where I'd been, so close your eyes and imagine the worst kind of hell you can think of and you'll find me in the corner. But now the doctor has opened a blind and let in some light things don't look so scary and I'm hopping up and opening the rest of the blinds today, and tomorrow I just might throw open the windows too.

7 comments:

  1. Dang, woman. I hope everything is okay! I know what you mean about the writers mind racing ahead and coming up with all kinds of scary stuff. Keep us posted!

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  2. So sorry Rachel! Health scares are the worse, but it is easy to let your imagination go crazy. Just hold tight until you see the specialist. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Oh, and get lost in your writing. Taking your mind someplace else will help.

    Love ya!

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  3. Hang in there Rachel. I reckon if it was really serious they would have got you in there straight away.

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  4. Hey Rache, Unfortunately while the doctors are probably doing a fab job of screening and looking out for potential problems, they deal with so many patients theat they may tend to forget that you are in the meantime being tortured by the fact they have given you a snippet of info and then left you to imagiane the worst for longer than a week! Good on them! Lets hope and pray that it is no where near as scary as you are imagining. Open the blinds, fling the windows open and love the view!

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  5. Oh Rachel... I so know what you mean about that writer's brain being a pain in some situations. One little niggle and I'm thinking worst possible scenario, but I'm sure everyone is right... the docs would have called you in straight away if it was anything too serious. Thinking and praying for ya... XOX

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  6. Thanks for all the good wishes. There are reasons for not getting into the doctor straight away but it was expected, so I'm thinking I have reason to worry. But I'm not doing too bad because all the other results are normal. And yes I know I'm not normal so how can that be?
    Anyway, thanks for thinking of me.

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  7. Hope your visit tomorrow shows all is fairly straight forward and treatable... I had abnormal cells prior to conceiving my first treasure - my cousin (at 21) the same except way more significantand... both of us are all good now with only minor(ish) treatments...

    Believe me, I know how hard this is - however, get your writer's mind to work on visualising a positive scenario!!!!

    Thinking of you...
    Amanda

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