With all the CT scans, X-rays, Lymphocintothingys, bone scans and treatments I've had in the past two and a half years you would think I would be radio active enough by now - any self respecting Geiger counter would go haywire in my presence. In fact Martin often jokes you could probably successfully plug an item of electrical equipment into me and it would work. So when I turned up to have a bone scan on Monday morning the radio active injection I was given could have been surplus to requirements.
On Saturday morning I started a course of Dexamethasone, a steroid, and by the evening I was feeling amazingly better. Not only in my joints but in my general health as well. Much brighter and perkier and I was actually hungry for the first time in days. I must admit I was a bit wary of taking them - I really don't want to pile on the weight or grow a beard or look like Arnie - but they certainly have seemed to do the trick.
As I was feeling so much better, after i had been given my radio isotope injection (ouch!) I had a couple of hours to kill before the scan itself so I decided to drag Martin into the Bullring to look for 'the' dress for the launch of the documentary.
Now Martin may be great in many, many ways but Gok Wan he ain't and I wasn't holding out much hope he would be of much help. How wrong was I. We had only been in Debenhams a few minutes and he was pulling out nice, suitable, fashionable frocks - and accessorizing them with shrugs and bags !!
Dress and little cardi were tried on and paid for (by Martin so even better!) in half an hour which has to be a record for me. So that was a huge relief - I was starting to panic a bit.
Back to the hospital and the scan - which wasn't that bad really. Just uncomfortable as you have to lie flat on your back for 40 minutes.
I'll get the results on Thursday when I see Dr. P. but to be honest I'm really not that worried - I feel SO much better than I did last week. What a difference a few days, and a few pills can make. And best of all I've got 'the frock' !!