Nuclear Day was yesterday. Luckily I didn't have to go to the hospital this time, and it was overall as positive that a radiation day could be. At least in comparison of the last experience that I had.
I was injected first, and was my first ever injection lying down. For some reason that was significant to me, but I still couldn't watch it. I am okay with needles for the most part, but as long as I don't see it or know too much about what is exactly happening. There were some preliminary tests done right after as I was in the machine, but again, fairly okay.
I was released and to return a couple of hours later, so was able to go out in the sunshine (sort of) and get a quick bite and had to drink alot in the in between. In the end, took a bit of a long drive to see the river locks that we couldn't get to, a new bridge that wasn't built yet, all to pass the time. I felt loopy and a bit high at times.
Feeling very anxious about the next part once I got back to the centre, and they were late taking me in. Popped up on the bed, and I was then strapped in, by my feet and my arms.
The last time in the hospital, the bed was much bigger, I was strapped in from my forehead, forearms, wrists, hips and feet, with my arms in a trough on either side. The technician was nice but cold, and didn't communicate anything at all, and left the room during the entire time. The room was full of windows, and to the hallways also.
This time, my room was much smaller, more private, and the technicians stayed and talked to us the entire time. Once the 'business' talk got over, it was much laughter, many encouraging words as to how I was holding up, and what was going on. Also, once the machine moved past where I was strapped in, she undid them. It was a nice break.
Once it was done, I was dizzy, loopy, nauseus and that was okay. It wasn't horrible, just how I was feeling was awful. The actual procedure was what it was, not great, but much better than my first one.
Bedside manner, and making one feel like a normal person makes it so so much better. I've had my share of poor bedside manner, and these were truly angels.
Laughter really is something that is so important. If not a long-term best medicine, it is at the time.
I get sarcastic and quippy when I get nervous. It's very nice to have people can understand and put up with me.
Thank you everyone for the love and messaged, and for the lovely technicians all who helped to make a horrible day, tolerable.
I get to be nauseus which is okay, and the entertainment that I get to see what funky colours I will be peeing for a few days. ;)
Thank you. Much love.