On the twelth day of craziness...

Hi folks...

Well, for not working, it sure has been a long day.  I started One Nation from By Gone Stitches.  I'm stitching this one on 35 ct Confederate Grey Weeks Dye Works hand dyed linen over two threads using one strand of floss.  Crescent Colors Bamboo, Blacksmith Blue and Cupid are the colors I'm using.  Astrid and I are having a SAL with this particular pattern, and our new friend, Miss D. will be joining us when she has her materials.  So far this has been a dream to stitch!!

I also worked on my UFO so Mouse can now comfortably make me a cuppa and a bacon buttie...whatever that is.  I know she's explained it before, but somehow until I see it, I'm not quite convinced what it is.  Hope it's tasty because working on this today has worked up my appetite!  LOL

I didn't get very far on either of them since I had to run to Annapolis today to have an MRI.  I did have some time this morning to work on the book my DH gave me for Christmas.  I am really enjoying the study!  Today I read in Exodus about the tabernacle that Moses was told to build.  It was described meticulously with dimensions and descriptions of the types of materials they should use.  They used precious metals and jewels and specific perfumes were made to consecrate the tabernacle.  I started thinking how we are told our bodies are temples and if that's the case, then we are precious material...carefully chosen, perfectly shaped, and wonderfully made!  Pretty cool, huh?

I know I haven't mentioned much about my experiences with the medical system I have to deal with...except that I have to do a lot of running around for paperwork.  I trusted what they said when they told me my referral would be waiting for me when I got to the clinic.  Note to self, NEVER trust that the paperwork will get there unless you have it in your hot little hand!!  After a few phone calls, one was chased down and faxed to the office.  I calmly sat down to wait.  Finally I hear them call my name and they ask me what kind of test I was to have done.  I explain what was told to me, and she said, that's not what is being asked for on this form.  Hm... so off she goes to talk to the person who supposedly read the results of the sonogram I had.  They changed their minds about what they thought it was.  So now I have to have the MRI with and without contrast, that means starting an IV.  Did I mention that my veins are shot from the chemo I had?  LOL  After TWO tries she finally gets the needle in the most tender part of the back of my hand.  OUCH!!  Now if you've  never had an MRI of your breasts before, let me describe the position you  must assume to have those puppies in the proper position.  First you get on your knees with your hiney in the air, you lay your sternum on this hard rubber "box" and let your tatas dangle in their proper compartments.  A rounded foam thingie is placed in front of your face to lean your forehead on and your feet are propped up so they are touching your hiney.  Your arms are stretched out straight in front of you, holding a little rubber bulb (the panic button) and the IV tubing is wrapped around your other hand to prevent it getting caught in the mechanism that wheels you in and out of the big metal tube.  (I felt a little like I should have had a red cape on and sing "Here I come to save the day" over the racket the machine makes...LOL)You are wheeled in backwards and you must hold that position (DON'T MOVE) for a minimum of 30 minutes.  (In my case it was 45).  The dye they inject you with always gives me a headache and after holding that position for so long, I felt a little wobbly after I crawled off the machine.  I'm praying they don't have to repeat that procedure for a while...I'm still stiff from trying not to move.  I'm beginning to think  they should use that procedure at Guantanamo, it would surely get me to give up information!!  LOL  So, the verdict is...I'm not even sure who or how I'll get the results.  The last word I heard was seroma...a collection of fluid that sometimes happens after surgery, but should reabsorb back into the body in about 4-5 months.  It's been 9 months since my last surgery.  Hm......leave it to me to have something whacky.  Again, we wait...I'll let you know more when I do.  And on that note, I bid you a very good night!  *Hugs*