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Experienced my first CAT Scan yesterday. Before you start freaking out results were good just spoke with Doc.  It was of my lungs. Yes still a little sickly, 3 months this week and counting.

Also had some blood tests and awaiting results for Glandular, TB, Legionnaires and other fun bacterial infections; symptoms and last year’s travel and my gardening practises (really who wears a mask) ticked some boxes for those little nasties so we are taking no chances and checking for it all. The latter two are now unlikely (which is good) as the CAT Scan results were good.

I will admit though I will be pretty shirty if I have acquired Glandular in my thirties I mean REALLY that crap is supposed to hit when it counts... like during HIGH SCHOOL!!!!! You know, that time of your life when you actually WANT to be wasting time at home in front of the TV, a time when you have no license, no money and no life. Crossing my fingers it isn’t that. Better cross toes too just in case. Actually herein will even sit with legs crossed as much as possible. Sorry posture.

At least if its’ not TB I won’t become a bubble-girl. Though I must admit Alysia and I did have some winning plans should that have occurred.

On the CAT Scan and bloods. Again diggin’ my Doc here. Left his office without having to make an appointment for either. Just rocked up VIP style to both places, all tests bulk billed; and America thinks there healthcare system works. Really now.

For the CAT Scan I left doc’s, drove straight to a Radiology centre in East St Kilda and within 10 minutes was lying on the table of a CAT Scan machine. I walked in and met Mr. CAT Scan. He subsequently noted me staring wide eyed at what looked like a big doughnut and asked if I had even had a CAT Scan before (no) and proceeded to tell me it was the best machine in Melbourne yadda yadda. All I saw was doughnut. All I heard was my doughnut goes faster than yours. Kind of made me want a coffee. Luckily there is a Hudson’s at Masada where I was getting my bloods done so I could can have one later (I pondered at the time).

Mr. CAT Scan then explained the process, asked me if I was pregnant (I avoided the comeback ‘what are you saying I’m fat?’) and got me to jump on the table, not literally. So here I was about to be eaten by the big doughnut (laughing quietly to myself at this) which somehow reminded me of Homer Simpson eating doughnuts. Laughing a little more now and trying not to being I needed hold my breath when the machine zapped me with radiation, I mean took a photo - I wonder if I have any superpowers now.

How does what appeared to be a cold in October come to this?

As I got up Mr. CAT Scan came back and asked if that was that ok. Well yes, quite relaxing, painless & quick couldn’t really ask for more than that. A cocktail would have been nice though or maybe some mood music but otherwise fine. So I put on my shoes and prepared to leave and then he said it... “Well... good luck”. Good luck eh?... not sure I liked that. Got me thinking about the connotations of ‘good luck’ and whether I needed it. Got me thinking about Mr. CAT Scan and his job, about all the potentially very sick people he sees every day and how depressing that would be and what would you say if that was you. Maybe I would say good luck. Probably not. The part of me that thinks it’s amusing would probably do what I do best and get a big case of foot in mouth. I think you’d need a joke to lighten the mood or maybe just hand patients a voucher to Krispy Kreme I mean the whole things does make you think about doughnuts and who doesn’t love doughnuts. Would definitely take your mind off the test results for five minutes anyway. Maybe Mr. CAT Scan is the last new person many people who lay on this machine meet. Maybe he knows that. That made me want to cry and hug him. Instead I mumbled a croaky “Cheers” and left.

Then cruised up the road and got stabbed for the second time in as many months by the Dorevitch lady at Masada. She’s an ‘interesting’ character. Again no queues. St Kilda is (could be a new suburb slogan)  ‘all about service, availability and efficiency’, I like it. Probably the same exact feeling gents have on a Saturday night cruising Inkerman too.

So here it is, still sick & tired, tired of being sick & tired and the worst part is not even that I am sick & tired but that I am soooooooooooo bloody bored and unstimulated. I don’t even have the energy to read and I LOVE reading I have around 10 books looking at me from my dresser and I have to turn the lights off before entering the room so they don’t see me ignoring them and get offended. Worse than that is that being ill is KILLING my social life. I HATE declining invitations and not going out but it’s all I seem to be doing lately. I don’t even have a desire to drink. My local is going broke.... I should really send a card and apologise. On the flip side my clothes are fitting better. Damn that realisation.

Happy New Years, what a start!

In March 2009 there were tears from dedicated Soundgarden masses when Cornell (undoubtedly the hottest voice in rock - listening to him makes me well... umm... yeah let's leave that right there) stated Soundgarden would not reform. In recent days however DREAMS! are being proven to (potentially) come true http://www.rocksound.tv/news/article/soundgarden-reforming-for-2010.

*Blissful sighs of happiness*