Bone Scanner Darkly

I had my bone scan of my hands and wrists done today. The last time that I had one done was the day before my friend’s brother attacked her, her parents, two of her siblings, and another friend. Of course, due to my wacky mind, I’m going to be sitting on pins and needles for the next twenty-four hours or so, hoping that none of my friends or family members have someone attempt to murder them. (Despite my use of the word wacky to describe my mind, I’m being completely serious.)

It seemed to take longer to get the shot for the scan done than it took to have the actual scan. My dad and I spent the time between the shot and the scan at one of the local malls, which was rather boring. I saw one of the images from the scan, and it showed some light gray areas near the joints of my fingers on both hands and in my left wrist. (They looked a lot like the scans shown here.) My right wrist was bright white, which means that a lot of the radioactive material went to that wrist. I thought that was odd since it isn’t that wrist that’s really bothering me.

In other “news”, Nana was moved to a regular room on Saturday. The doctors think she had the infection for several months and that it will be a while before it works out of her system. They said it may affect her thinking for a while, too. When she talked to my mom, she thought she had been in the hospital for a month instead of a few days.

My aunt is still holding on to the idea that the infection is related to Nana’s use of pain medicine. I guess that denial is just easier for her to handle than the idea that her mom was actually sick and she didn’t realize it. (Her answer for every issue Nana’s had over the past few years is to blame whatever pain medicine Nana takes, even when the condition is obviously unrelated.) She and Nana’s “sister” looked for Nana’s pain medicine. I have a feeling that they were looking for it to count pills or toss it out. They couldn’t find it, though. (My mom called while they were at Nana’s cleaning to tell them to not throw it out because Nana’s pain doctor won’t write her a prescription for any other medicine if she doesn’t turn in leftover pills from the old prescription.)

Nana and Mom talked about what will happen after Nana gets out of the hospital. She’ll probably be in a nursing home for 21-days while she rehabs, then she and Mom are going to talk about if she will be ready to go home on her own or if she’ll need to move in with us. She was willing to admit that might be a possibility when Mom talked to her over the weekend. We know she won’t be moving in with my aunt because, from what I recall, my aunt already said no.

Oh, and they won’t be doing surgery for the aneurysm. Apparently, they have some kind of medicine that they can use for it. So that’s one less thing to worry about, I guess. I’ll still worry, though, ’cause Nana is so prone to drug reactions. (She’s where I get that from. Actually, her mother is.)

About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.