As most of you probably figured… I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Hence the lack of posts since I’m not sitting in front of my computer 24/7.
My body scan went fine and I was ‘cleaned out’ enough to where I didn’t have to take any more meds while at the hospital. Let me tell you those two days were miserable! They told me to take the second laxative, which were pills, at 7pm… so I took them earlier hoping to avoid being woken up I the middle of the night, but it didn’t work. I guess it was better than being 100% awake. At least I was kind of sleeping through the pain.I still feel like I can’t do ANYTHING I want since I need to be cautious when I’m around kids and pregnant women. We did go and see two movies over the last two days. First we saw Pixar’s Ratatouille. It was good, but definitely not one of Pixar’s greatest. John found a great seat w/ no kids near by. However halfway through the movie a father… who decided to set a great example for his kids… and his two sons snuck into our movie. And where did they sit? Right next to me. I wanted to sit next to the kid for the remainder of the movie and then at the end tell his father that his kid was just exposed to an enormous amount of radiation and maybe next time he should think twice before sneaking into a movie he didn’t pay for.
But instead I got up and moved on the other side of john. I hate being a goodie two shoes.
In celebration of it being the 4th of July, we saw Sicko.
Ok that really wasn’t the reason, but it sounded good. I really liked it even though it TOTALLY FREAKED ME OUT! John and I are ready to move to England. I know editing is key in Michael Moore’s films, but one can see through to the facts.
In France they have an on call doctor who makes house calls no matter what time of day. How sweet is that? He’s got a little car w/ a radio where the operators tell him where his next stop is...just like a cop car.
In London, ALL prescriptions, (no matter what quantity), are all 6.50 pounds. UNLESS you are over 60 or under 10 (I think), then they are FREE. Can you believe that one? I knew I loved London for another reason other than their cider.
I’m praying that our insurance won’t find a reason to not pay for my surgery. Guess how much it cost? $42k! Can you believe that? The total of my medical bills since I first started getting tested is now at $55k. Isn’t that crazy? The only thing I am thankful for is that we have definitely earned back our insurance money over the years.
My next doctors appointment is in a week and a half where he will go over the results of my scan. I’m sure I won’t find out anything revolutionary. Then next month I will get blood work done to test my hormone levels for my meds. I thought they would do I this visit, but maybe it’s still too close from when I got the hormone shots.
Our 4th was very uneventful in that we didn’t go anywhere since I needed to avoid the little people. Well we weren’t home that much… ever since being released I have not wanted to be at home. I had enough of that place!
Going back to work today was tough. Having that week off really gave me the feeling of how it would be if I didn’t have to work. Maybe John and I will move sooner than later!