Bone Scan Day

I wasn’t brave enough to ask the bone scan technicians to take a photo of me mid scan.
They tied my feet together and put a thing round my arms to allow them to hang by my sides but not move. Then the scanner whirred into life.
The scanner was a Philips, so the same firm bringing us TVs and headphones are also scanning your innards.
During the scan I heard a lot of mouse clicking and lots of “interesting”s. I don’t know if my bones were interesting, or whatever they were quietly discussing was interesting. If it was my bones I will find out what was so interesting sometime next week.

Please accept this photo of my legs ( containing bones) and Tobias’s bony feet on our walk after work.

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Boney

Today I got a phone call reminding me that I have a bone scan tomorrow for my rib. Thanks for the reminder as I never even knew I had an appointment.
My rib is hurting less and my xray was clear but the Doctor said to do the test anyway. Hopefully, as it is a full body scan, they will look at my potentially dodgy knee too.
I have to go and get injected with something called “tracer” and then go back three hours later and lie perfectly still on a table for 30 minutes. I also can’t wear metal zips and buttons. Forgive me if my outfit is bizarre tomorrow.

Xray Day

I mentioned the other day that my rib was a bit sore. Over the past few days, thanks to the acquisition of a cough, that soreness has ramped up to excruciating. Every cough and sneeze feels like a knife. Laughing also hurts, which Mr Pigalina learned yesterday after I came close to tears after he repeatedly showed me a hilarious photo.
I am guzzling as many drugs as I am allowed – not enough. All of this agony is possibly down to a cracked rib – caused by coughing!
An xray today will hopefully reveal the source.

Break Out the Bottle

We had a talk at work this morning about “Winter Wellness” and we were told to take some vitamin D on any days you don’t get any sun. Well this is all the sun I got to see today so I may need to start bathing in it.

Look Out Hazards

Day two of Health and Safety training. I am now legally allowed to issue hazard notices. Look out snaking wires, I’m coming for you.

Pigalina is Poorly

Once again I have caught a nasty cold. Mr Pigalina commented that I am always ill and I am inclined to agree with him. As well as having ongoing conditions my immune system is useless. I am loath to admit that is probably because I was a bottlefed child.
Anyway, the main point of this is that I went to the doctor yesterday and he recomended I bought some Coldrex to dry up my snot and to ease the other symptons. So off I toddled to the chemist today and dropped $15 on a packet of Coldrex cold and flu plus. I got them home and was reading how many to take when I noticed the ingredients – “Paracetamol 500mg, Caffeine 25mg, Phenylephrine Hydrochloride 5mg, Potassium Sorbate.” I should have saved myself $12.50 and bought a V and taken a Panadol.

I know all the games you play, because I play them too

I got a $200 tax refund, over half of which I am having to spend on a specialist to get them to look at my foul feet (damn, I’m a sexy bitch).  I decided to buy myself some new clothes with the rest, why spend it all on boring stuff?  Anyway, I went to the shops and was all proud of myself finding a few bargains in a sale (including half price Love Kylie undies, oooohhhhh).  Then I ventured into Glassons, where I was to buy a nice jersey and a top.  After I had made my selections I was just having one last browse when the salesperson approached me, and damn was she good!  “Are you after any pants to go with those tops?”  I wasn’t at all and managed to splutter out that I was on a budget and only looking if they were about $20.  She pointed out some trousers and then said “Would you go to $30?” gesturing towards a table of trousers.  I foolishly replied that I had noticed those ones and particularly liked the red ones.  She asked me my size, found a pair of the red ones picked up the tops and began walking towards the changing room.  I followed and before I knew it was trying on my selections.  I had planned on being a Wile E. Coyote and telling her that they didn’t hang right; but they did and they were long enough!  I’m not that tall but somehow most of my trousers manage to give me the look of a simpleton.  I was caught in a web I myself have often spun and I bought the trousers.  Props (for want of a better word) must go to the girl with the jaunty brown hat in the Dunedin Glassons.