Today I absolutely insisted on driving to my radiology mapping appointment. I want to be normal for as long as possible and driving is normal for me. I feel fine really, even though yesterday I had a port placed in my upper chest which has left me looking like I'm recovering from a rottweiler bite - a little sore but I still look normal except for the bite marks. Seriously how bad could this appointment be, after all it is just a little mapping - wrong again. It was necessary for my new friends to revisit the scene of my dignity defying internal exploration adventure and implant something so it could do it's own little mapping adventure and it was hellishly uncomfortable. I have not cried in may days and let me tell you I cried because frankly it hurt like hell, even my new friends both held my hand trying to assure me it would be over in just minutes and we could get on to the less distressful mapping. Yes the tattooing, less painful, but ouch after 5 little permanent marks with a bulls eye around them which may or may not be permanent, as in for the rest of my life I was assured that the remainder of the appointment would be painless. Hmmm, now for pictures....at that point I was just a noodle and said shoot away. My friends and I said our goodbyes and I assured them I would return. Grateful that I had recently been provided with the latest greatest in feminine beauty treatments the Brazilian.
Now I am a modest gal and would never ever consider securing such a treatment for myself. A couple of weeks ago I had a biopsy at Fairfax Hospital and upon discharge was given several things to releive any post surgical pain - narcotic pain medication and several of these pads which when snapped get very cold like a bag of ice. I handed off these new treasures to my friend Kaye and off we all went home. I was actually a little giddy after the surgery because I felt pretty good until I sat down on my bed and there was shooting pain. Ouch, hmmm maybe I need to install one of those ice contraptions, which I did and then of course fell asleep until morning. In the morning with no pelvic pain noted I headed off to the shower to get freshend up. Now for the discovery, I was provided with a Brazilian, I laughed and laughed over this. I wanted to call the hospital and ask where to send the tip.
So if not for this cancer thing I would not be getting tattoed or having exotic beauty treatments. As for driving, rest easy I am done with that since I as honked at twice and had to slam on the breaks to avoid slamming into someone. It appears driving is not normal for me at this time and I would prefer to be call Miss Daisy if you don't mind.
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