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.