annathepiper | MRI-guided Biopsy, Take Two (Reply)

Ativan definitely makes for a fuzzy Anna. I took it last night at bedtime as directed, and again when I got up this morning. As a result I spent just about all of the morning and afternoon fairly loopy;

solarbird told me it made me act very slow and deliberate. Take paper. Take pen. Wonder a second what to do with pen. Oh yeah, gotta sign with pen. Fuzzy though it made me, the Ativan did help me get through the whole MRI/biopsy thing without any issues this time. I barely felt it when the doctor--a different doctor this time, Dr. Shook--poked me where the poke needed to happen. And there was a different nurse this time, Wilma instead of Mary, but she was pretty nice too.

But I realize as I write this that most of the morning is kind of blurry for me. I remember Dara with her hand on my back keeping me going in the direction of the MRI room. I remember being greeted by Wilma and Steve, and getting the IV run in a different place on my left arm this time. I remember that they ran an oxygen thing through my nose, and that while headphones might well have been situated onto the back of my head, they still didn't get them situated correctly for me to actually hear any music to speak of during the scan. Oh well.

I want to say that I remember Wilma actually getting my stuff out of the locker, while I was put into a wheelchair and rolled over into the breast center to get the mini-mammogram in order to make sure that the titanium marker they told me had to go in there to mark the place was okay. Rationally, that should have been what happened. But damned if I can actually remember it. Dara confirms that it did happen and that Wilma had her carry my coat. But I don't remember it well at all. Dara also had to remind me that after the mammogram I was pretty woozy, and so they kept me in the wheelchair while she went to go and get the car.

On the way home I feel asleep, and only woke up when we got home. I was a little shaky getting up the stairs, but I remember making it to the couch. When I woke up again, it was around noon, and I sent mail to my boss, and then I fell asleep again.

I didn't wake up again until around five or so. Since then I've felt more or less coherent, but still very tired. I expect I'll be going to bed fairly early tonight. Tomorrow, we should hopefully get word on the results of the biopsy. They'd told me they were going to go ahead and get most of the small problem area. So we'll see what it winds up being.