Tuesday and I am up and showered early as today is nuclear medicine day. I have the joys of being injected with radioactive isotope and then being scanned. The ball ache in this is the fact that I have to wait for about two hours between having the isotope and the actual scan. I’ve done all I can to prepare. All the usual things, shower, hair washed, clean underwear, seasonal socks and smellies. I have my usual muesli breakfast, check my social media, emails and messages. As time goes by I think this activity is taking me less time, a kind of social erosion perhaps or maybe I am just coming to my senses. My current focus is on emails telling me that I have parcels on the way. Some I recognise others are a mystery.
At the appointed time I drive to the hospital and make my way to the nuclear medicine department. I book in and then sit in the waiting area reading I Am David. After a short wait a cheery nurse calls me in to the clinic room. The catheter goes into my arm followed by saline and a radioactive isotope. So far so good. I return home and while away the time before I return to the hospital for my 2 o’clock second appointment. I continue to read my book until called in. I lay on the scan bed and soon I am underway as I get slide into the scanner. When in these situations, especially when the camera plate is about three inches from my nose, I try to relax and lightly nap. It takes about 25 minutes to completer the scan after which a technician explains to me that the consultant that is to review my pictures is delayed so I might have a longer wait before I can go home. I return to the waiting area and continue to read. After about half an hour a chap wanders in, calls my name and tells me I can go. The carpark system is a camera and number plate recognition system, which works really well, much better than the old coin system, which was a truly archaic system.
Once home I am beginning to feel tired, so I settle down to watch the afternoons world cup football match. It is a surprise result as Morocco beat Spain in a penalty shootout. I drift through to the evening meal and another football match in a kind of disconnected way, ending with drafting the blog having watched the final episode of Granite Harbour. Tomorrow, I have the job of getting my partners car to Kwikfit to have new tyres put on. I shall need to pump up the front nearside tyre before making the 19-minute dash to the tyre fitters, so it’s going to be an interesting morning. If that goes well, I must do some Christmas wrapping and get one or two things in the post before the postal system goes into strike delays. I need to train hard as well to make up for the last two lost days. It feels like Christmas is not helping. Others have greater things to do such as moving house tomorrow and guiding children through all the school Christmas activities. In comparison my Real World is not that demanding.
