So, I am beginning to get things in order for Friday - and doing pretty good with the anxiety and stress. I called the scan place and talked to the technician. He seems to remember for 6 months ago. I reminded him about the lanocain and my sister holding my hand. I also called to check if I can wear my pink robe instead of one of their hospital gowns which never covers my ample size (even though I have lost 3 more pounds!) - I can wear the robe! My sister Cathy is coming - unless we have a freak Blizzard in the next day. I have reach out to a friend to take me home after my pancake breakfast and Priscilla and George are coming out to Queens on Saturday to make sure I am not too much a zombie after I crash from all the adrenaline in my body. Tomorrow I call the imaging place to make sure the authorizations are in place and pick up my sister. I am seeing my therapist tonight and picking up some flowers and comfort food and we should be good to go!
As my previous poem indicated that I am trying to love my fear - and so far I am doing pretty good - just tired.
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