Where the hell do I need to be?

03-31-2020 I actually slept pretty well last night, and only woke up once, just because I was too hot. What a crazy morning. Yesterday, I called to double check the address where I needed to be this morning; this, after getting some mixed messages. After checking in with the doctor’s office, I was told to go to the Fletcher Parkway imagining place. (This is the same place that I had such a hard time over the CD of my images). I go into the back, get undressed and the mammogram tech came in, but I decided to ask why I was doing a mammogram before the insertion of the Savi Scout. She was shocked that I hadn’t had it done, and then said I had to go to the main medical complex and get that done there. But the kicker is, I then had to come back and get the mammogram there! Tears on my part, due to the frustration, again, and I decided to have a hard-core conversation with the ultrasound tech as she readied me for the doctor. I said, in this time of the Covid19 virus, it didn’t make any sense to have people running between two locations and getting more exposure in the process. Not to mention, this is an invasive procedure and then they are asking vulnerable women to drive an extra 3 miles to get a mammogram at a different location. That is just stupid—the exact words I used. I’m lucky Mike came along to drive, but how sad for women, facing a cancer diagnosis, to have to run around like that—me included, but worse when it’s faced alone, or someone that doesn’t drive and relying on Uber’s or public transportation. The ultrasound tech hadn’t thought about it like that, and said she would bring it up to someone. In the category of “one of those days,” next, the tech scanned around for the tumor, but then she began looking in different areas, and then announced that she couldn’t see the “other tumor?” What other tumor? No one said anything about this, and the doctor was trying to contact the surgeon to see what was going on. I said, no one EVER mentioned a 2nd tumor, and he looked surprised. NEVER... The doctor decided to get the first Savi Scout implanted, and wait for his assistant to contact the surgeon, per the “other tumor.” When this was completed, he looked at his text and said, oh, it wasn’t a tumor, it was a mole, which is on the outside. Whew! In the past that mole had been identified with a marker during mammograms. This last time, the tech didn’t mark it, nor my old, old biopsy on my right breast. It doesn’t give me a lot of confidence in this imaging company. The good news is that this doctor was very kind and patience and made sure he had me very numb before the Savi Scout was inserted. When it was done, he said, “You did a good job.” And when I said thank you, and so did he, he gently patted me on the shoulder in a kind gesture, wishing me good luck with the surgery. The bad news is that the CD situation rose it’s ugly head again at the same imaging place that had me running around last time I needed the CD with the images. When I asked to get the new CD, the mammogram tech told me that I didn’t need the CD because it could be viewed by anyone in the Sharp system! What—say what? I questioned this last time. Why can’t the images be shared electronically, like my neck MRIs that have been able to be shared by several doctors, all electronic, and now she is saying anyone within the Sharp system can view them. So, why the ordeal last time? I insisted that I wasn’t leaving until I got the CD because the doctor requested it for the surgery tomorrow. Got it and now just one more procedure today, but what an ineffective system. Later in the afternoon: Injecting dye and radiation right into area of the tumor sounds like a fun time, right? Will I get something to numb the area? Some spray on lidocaine did help and the description that it burns, pinches, and stings, was true, but done fast. That is pretty much what the numbing lidocaine feels like, so I guess that’s a wash. Time to relax, as much as I can, and hopefully, get some sleep tonight, but I figured, even if I don’t sleep well tonight, I figure I’ll be knocked out for a couple of hours of total, deep sleep in the morning. It might not actually work that way, but I going with it. Wish me luck.