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.
3 responses to “Pancreactive”
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.
Positive pancreatic energy surging your way!
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.