Hashtag Man I am irked.
Friday was my day to have the MRI to check my pituitary. Still trying to figure out what’s going on, but I am so happy to share the polyuria is so much better. I have stopped the protein powder I was drinking (boo!) and stopped 2 supplements I was taking, as I thought those things may have been the problem. I haven’t yet had the courage to start either one yet, and I wanted to wait until the MRI was over before I did so.
So I’m sick. Sick. Sick as in I have no voice cannot speak so exhausted laying in the recliner drinking Gatorade haven’t really moved for 2 days the bottle of Nyquil is almost gone sick.
This all came to a head Friday afternoon at the hospital. Right in the middle of the scan.
I thought I could do it. I tried, I prayed, I ate some cough drops, I had taken some cold medicine, everything. Then, right when the technician (who remembered me, by the way from my brain surgeries from 2011. How crazy is that?) had found my one good vein and put in the contrast, put me back into the tube, I started to cough.
Cough. Cough. Cough. Choke. Cough. Choke. Could. Not. Stop.
I was about half way through the scan.
The whole thing had to be scratched.
Rescheduled appointment is in a few weeks.