Yesterday's Test Part One.
I was actually enjoying my day in the hospital for a while.It was vey quiet. no telephones. nothing to do or think about beyond the fact that outside was going to intrude upon my insides. Admittedly in a relatively small way although to my eyes there is never a SMALL needle when someone is proposing to shove it through my skin!But my job was simple. relax, unwind, keep my blood pressure down and around two, let them harvest some of my cerebral/spinal fluid.
I actually fell asleep at one point. I woke with a shock that made my heart race when the privacy screen lost its battle with the very fresh breeze singing through the louvres and went over with a clatter, whacking me on the shoulder and along the back as it fell half on, half off the bed.
I yelped, put it back and dialed the windows slightly more closed, trading the interesting sensation of feeling slightly chilled on a bright Caribbean day for a more distant relationship between me and the less sturdy furnishings.
Shortly afterwards, lunch was served, Steamed fish, coucou and salad sith a banana for dessert. Coucou is made with cornmeal and okras, less firm than polenta, delicious with spicy gravy and fish.
Finally it was time for the procedure. i hesitated for a moment when my doc said he had not seen the chest film or ultrasound from Wednesday. After all, if someting definitive showed up there my spinal cord could perhaps remain inviolate. Then I consigned my needle hating inner wimp to perdition and called upon the part of me that donates blood and bites hard on the bullet. I signed the consent form