Bee sting

So today my daughters are protesting in London re climate change whilst I go for a spot of nuclear medicine!

As I was getting ready for this appointment I began thinking about my journey so far. 

All I can think is how much I have changed since the day my GP referred to me.

I am of course speaking literally. 

Every time I have an appointment I am either directed to a cubicle with a washed and pressed gown or a side room with a couch.

One is directed into the side room with the instructions please remove everything from the waist up and make yourself comfortable on the couch…. well initially this leads to a very quick mental scan of state of armpits, effectiveness of deodorant etc. I accept my  regret at wearing a dress as I consider the  logistics; should I try to just push it down to waist or whip it off all together to reveal extra gusset tights?

Next  I tidy my  clothes on the chair folding the best  bra neatly and laying it under other garments. 

Why?

 Is this some desperate attempt at modesty whilst boobs are wobbling about? In the cubicle the ritual is similar except I get to hang clothes up almost as though unpacking for an overnight stay in a hotel!

Oh how I have changed nowadays!

I need no thought about  easy off tops and bras  I am barely in the consulting room shaking hands and off with the lot ; flinging attire far and wide.

Leaping up on the couch calling out “Ready!” 

(Must admit I  am a tad concerned next time I have an appointment with my boss or the dentist!)

Have been trying to make decisions these past few weeks  re which surgery is the best for me and have been considering going flat. I’ve read so many articles about women who don’t even bother with a prosthetic and it all seems rather empowering… until I thought of holidays…. I don’t mind being one boobed in a bikini and have even considered tattooing the whole area for more attention… but a simple thought struck me … buoyancy in the water … will I keep falling to one side ? And if swimming will I end up going round in circles?

Today as I said was Nuclear imaging. Off to the cubicle ( considering just rocking up to appointments in the gown in future … it’s a good look with ankle length socks.) Then the pep talk about feeling a little prick ( you’re on your own with this one) and how it’s similar to a bee sting. 

Ok bees are good !

In the chair ( similar to dentist chair “Ready!”😂) reclined with pillow, boob out, one radiographer holds my hand and says just take it out on her… I take a deep breath , curl my toes … 

“Am I going to need your hand?”

Sympathetic nod from lovely lady and then …

Nothing! 

Not even a scratch… gutted 

And I tell them so !

Apparently they’ve not had the line “ well what sort of shite bees do you have in Harlow? ”

Oh how we all chortled and laughed as I expressed genuine disappointment at not having an heroic tale to tell. Then ‘twas back to the cubicle …

Changed in record time…. I am after all radioactive!☢️

How cool is that I even have to wear a special wrist band until after tomorrow

Off for node biopsy tomorrow don’t forget when rummaging get right under the armpits as well !

Looking forward to my general anaesthetic…more changes! 

Hasta Luego x