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Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
Okay, so I finally had a PET scan. The results will be available early next week. Prayers are appreciated. But what a day! I was told that since the PET scan takes place in a mobile unit with very little extra space, it was my job to call and remind them that I would need oxygen while I was there. As a reminder for those of you wondering why that is so, ever since my heart attack in 2021, I have been on oxygen. At home I have an oxygen consentrator. I ordered a portable one so that I can get around in April, 2021. And I still don't have one! I'm not able to lug around huge oxygen canisters, so I have little ones, about the size of a wine bottle. The trouble with them is that they last between 60 and 90 minutes. A portable oxygenator goes as long as the battery is charged. Anyway...I tried calling the hospital on Wednesday afternoon and did not connect with anyone who could help to make sure that there was oxygen available for me. So, I started again early Thursday morning. My appointment was at 1:15, but I had to be checked in by 12:45. Thursday morning, I spoke with some wonderful hospital employees, trying to get the message to the PET Scan people. On the first phone call, I was transferred 5 times and spent 7 1/2 minutes not getting the message to the right people. The second call lasted 40 minutes and I was transferted 9 times. I finally asked for the extension of the person at the hospital who takes patient complaints. I left a detailed message and, SURPRISE! she was able to get the message to the right people. I could have been horribly anxious or upset because of the wasted time. But I just giggled, thinking that God kept my mind busy with this foolishness and I had no time at all to think about the actual test coming up. |