Scanning

I decided a while back that I really didn’t want to know my life’s cumulative radiation exposure. I had yet another PET scan this morning. It made sense to do it – if all the increased activity that showed up in January is gone, then it means that the last six months of chemo were worth doing. If nothing has changed – well then, I will have to figure out what comes next.

The actual hardest thing about this morning is making sure that I was fasting for at least six hours and had been on a low carb diet for a couple of days before. With a morning fasting blood sugar only slightly about 70, I think I met those criteria. I am totally and completely ignoring the very small black coffee this morning in the way in. I had made the not so risky decision that black coffee meant no caffeine withdrawal. Getting the scan done is good, fighting a head ache for the rest of the day is not.

Having done this drill a few times before, I finished up relatively early and headed home. I made a couple of stops on the way – the most important of which was to get the tire pressure checked as a light popped on while driving on the freeway. This is the car that blew a tire barely a week ago. George says it wasn’t spontaneous but because there was something or other in the road but I wasn’t interested in taking chances.

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and when I thought about it – I still don’t EVER run over anything in the road. Not unless there is absolutely no choice and that just doesn’t happen. Especially when one still has the tendency to drive on the right except for passing after driving in Germany for so many years.  Ask anyone who spent just aboutt time driving in (pick one or more of the following) Bosnia, Kosovo, Iraq, Afghanistan…..  You never ever drove off road if avoidable and things in the road? Not a good idea to come anywhere near…

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Car tire was ok. Tire shop, family run and operated was great. But this turned my day into longer than planned. Including the fact that anything of the Olympics that I might have wasn’t to watch was long over by the time I got home.  Pacific Daylight Time anyone?

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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