Pancreactive

Just a short update:

The administrator for the clinical trial got on the phone and pushed my pancreas test from Friday to Tuesday. She kicks ass. She takes names. I don't know what she does, but one call from her made an appointment magically open up, when I was told repeatedly the doctor only does this procedure on Fridays.

I want her to run all my medical appointments. I want her to be my medical life-coach. Wouldn't that be great?

At any rate, I was doing the pre-registration over the phone, and when asked if I had any bad reactions to medications mentioned that Versed made the voices in my head relentlessly loud. (Shush, you have voices too.) And then I cleared my throat and said pointedly, "But I understand Ativan is a wonderful drug." She laughed and I imagine from her response I will be quite happy tomorrow.

Perhaps I'll do the conscious sedation version of drunk blogging. I will try to get on while still under the influence. I'll probably repeat the same thing a number of times, and then confess embarrassingly intimate details of my life. That would be a change.

Comments

[Katie]

Ativan! Ativan! Ativan!

I slept for the entire day after my surgery and apparently was not in my right mind the next day either because two friends stopped by to visit and I thought I was polite and lovely to be around. However, now, everytime I see them they laugh at me and they won't tell me what I did. Those, those are true friends...

Good luck on the pancre-spot testing. We're thinking about you.

[Zayrina]

Positive pancreatic energy surging your way!

[TheQueen]

Katie - Ahh, I asked for Ativan, but they gave me a general anesthetic instead. And I think your friends are just messing with your head. Zayrina - well, it worked. Just a putty-like substance. They said it may have been left over from a previous bout of pancreatitis, which you'd think I would have remembered.