This is really a personal post, meant mostly for my own comfort, what wee bit I can derive from it. It's probably futile, but maybe it's worth the try. If nowt else, I'll share some of my angst and trepidations with the world - what wee part of the world that reads this, anyway.
I have to go for a medical test tomorrow and it's scaring the bejaysus out of me. It's only an EMG, but I've heard those things can be excruciating. Y'see, if ye dinna ken what the things are, the doc (or mad scientist, if ye prefer) sticks a bunch of needles into your muscles and reads the electrical activity therein. Now, Dr. Frankenstein doesn't just stick the needle in, get his reading, and get the hel out - oh, no, he has to take a reading when your muscle is at rest (huh! as if any muscle with a needle in it can truly be at rest). Then, he leaves the freakin' needle there, makes you move the muscle around, and takes a second reading.
And, he doesn't just test one muscle, either. Nope. He tests all of 'em in the target area - in this case, me legs (both of 'em, of course). Now, I looked this test up on Web-MD and learned that, not only can it be "extremely painful," but, because it's an invasive procedure (medicalese for any medical procedure wherein the patient's skin is penetrated, or invaded), it can bleed at the puncture sites and - and - lead to infection. Oh, the bliss just keeps on comin'.
So, I'm more than a bit frightened. Me. The big, auld former combat medic and paramedic. Y'see, like I've told numerous patients and others over the years, I dinna' like pain, which is one of the reasons I became a medic in the first place - to do what I could to ease pain.
I think I'm gonna' come back home tomorrow when 'tis all over and go right straight on the mother of all pity trips. I'll probably also imbibe some powerful Scot's anesthetic (such as Cú Dhubh), but I have to be at work at 0615 the next morning, so my intake will be perforce limited.
By the way, dinna' think I'm looking for pity or sympathy. Nope. I just wanted to vent a bit. Thanks for reading.
The Auld Scot
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I'm planning on being home most of tomorrow, TW. Give me a call when you get home, okay? Or call my cell and leave a message and I'll call you back; I may step out for an hour or two if I get brave enough to cut my hair.
Either way, there'll be a Reiki line of energy hovering around you; tap into it at will, okay? *hugs*
Thank you, Kate. I knew ye'd be there to help me. I'll phone you when 'tis over; so, if ye receive a call from the other side, don't freak out too much. ;-D
Hair cut, eh? Ye goin'g for a Sinead O'Connor? :-) Send pix.
The Auld Scot
Sorry, Woofie, you don't get to check out that easily!
As far as the O'Connor "do", I'll wait for that look when the day comes I need chemo. ;)
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