MRI-guided Biopsy, Take Two
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annathepiperAtivan 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;
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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.
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Date: 2007-10-18 03:59 am (UTC)As promised to Anna, a meditation on Yew
Date: 2007-10-18 04:52 am (UTC)St. Beuno did his job well. The faithful will follow the path. He knew they would come to this place... Her place.
Tweak the story a bit, drop her "foot-stool" in the bottom of the well. No one will ever remember the Maiden who held this land, much easier to remember the other maiden's head.
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Ever-calculating Margaret Beaufort built the enclosure...enclosing the power to bring forth a new Arthur from her line. The new Artuhr fell. Henry seized the Crown. Henry carried within his seed the will of Margaret, coupled with the witch Boleyn.
Gwenffrwd appeared again.
A maiden who held the land.
A maiden who did not lose her head.
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Enter the grounds. Ignore the day-tripping supplicants from Liverpool. Step sideways in time. Align your inner vision as you step down to the well-chamber. You see the central basin. The basin is in the form of an eight-pointed star. Looking up, the eight-pointed star is reflected in the design of the vaulting above. Gazing deeply into the waters you see 500 years of Welsh will. The minor requests granted to other seekers have done little to diminish the power of Gwenffrwd's Well.
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Come, [your name here], do not hesitate to seek the help of Her water. Splash your face, feel the constant threat of headache fade. Wet your lips, your throat loosens -- no longer on constant guard against the rising gorge. Cool water on your hands.
Taxus, Taxus
Baccata
Taxus, Taxus
Brevifolia
Yew!
Red berries beckon, the distilled bark a curse and a cure. You carry within you the power and the poison of the yew. String your bow, the Long Bow made of Yew. Welsh Archers at Agincourt and Bosworth Field carried the same bow.
The fight has been long. Carry-on.
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As written and given by Bhride H. to Angharad L., September 1998, and added to my breviary, April 2000.
For Anna, to whom it was promised, that it may work well for her.
j/v
Angharad
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Date: 2007-10-18 05:18 am (UTC)Which is kind of a bummer, because I wanted a metal boob.
BTW, the Ativan? I basically take something similar to that every day, only my meds have a half-life of 40 hours instead of 16. Might explain why I don't get out much anymore, eh?
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Date: 2007-10-18 05:19 am (UTC)WUM WUM WUM
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Date: 2007-10-18 02:59 pm (UTC)Re: P.S.
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Date: 2007-10-18 05:06 pm (UTC)Re: P.S.
Date: 2007-10-18 05:28 pm (UTC)There sure seem to be a lot of those adenomas going around... makes me wonder if the government is putting something in the water. They're leaving my pituitary alone because it's not interfering with anything, not producing abnormal amounts of anything, and it hasn't grown since they first looked at it... three years ago? Four years ago? Plus, I'm allergic to the MRI contrast dye and I get into a fight with the tech every time they arrange one.
Sorry, babbling. Too much caffeine too fast. I'll send you some of my pituitary via FedEx if I can just get this tool up my nose...
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Date: 2007-10-18 08:31 pm (UTC)Cathy
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Date: 2007-10-18 09:34 pm (UTC)Re: P.S.
Date: 2007-10-19 02:23 am (UTC)Also, pituitary tumors, especially those which effect anything enough to be found before incidental autopsy, are apparently incredibly rare, historically. However, I'm seeing them left and right these days it seems like. They're certainly not that rare if I know more than one person besides myself who has had one!
Also, in re: your cousin's husband, they had to do the same thing with me, and there were dire warnings accompanying the news of the necessity. So much so, in fact, that I created a living will and advance directive and stuffs. I'm really blessed tro have come away with as little damage as I did. I mean, I have a lot of inconvenient and harmful damage in there at this point, but at least I wasn't comatose for very long, if at all.
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:00 am (UTC)(And I have a filk of a certain Garth tune bubbling around in my head... if it ever gets out it could be scary....)
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:02 am (UTC)Re: As promised to Anna, a meditation on Yew
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Date: 2007-10-19 06:45 am (UTC)Re: P.S.
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Date: 2007-10-20 02:38 am (UTC)Also, just because I actually mentioned Glenlivet in Faerie Blood, I feel obligated to try some. ^_^
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