Well, after much early awakening and fasting and driving and such
We get there
She drinks the contrast over an hour
goes in to the room
the nurse cant find a vein
the radiologist cant find a vein
my mother is dehydrated and no veins are playing today
so radiologist decides he will keep digging around in my mothers arms, yes plural, in eight seperate spots, now holes....
with his sharp needle scraping on bones in wrists and doing embroidery type stitches in elbow crooks without removing the needle
until the poor woman cries
and the nurse says enough
and they send her home
to come back tomorrow
to do it all again
after lots of water has been imbibed
and with the aid of an anaeths...ummm.....oh you know, the experts at needle sticking in people
I will punch radiologist if he touches her again
And she had to really push herself just to walk from the carpark to the rooms....about a 3 minute journey for us non sick people
I am thinking a wheelchair will be needed soon for anything such as shopping or walking further than the car to the house type thing....
This is not fun
Not at all
My poor poor little mother.
Feisty little wench she used to be....