I am halfway through my week of scans, -grams, and exams. I should be saying "huzzah", but I'm feeling a little crabby so I'll just say "yay". I think I'm crabby despite the 50% mark because the most dreaded of the tasks awaits me tomorrow: the PET scan.
The mammogram was awesome yesterday. The technician was talented and inflicted minimal discomfort, and the results could not have been better: the abnormality first visualized in November has not changed, and so we continue to conclude that it's scar tissue from last April's biopsy.
"No new abnormalities" is worthy of celebration in my world. To celebrate, I stopped at The Loft Outlet on my way home and bought some clothes for myself. (Those of you who know me know that I do not enjoy shopping and rarely buy anything for myself, so this truly was a special event.) Despite my repulsion from shopping, I need some new clothes. I would like to build up my summer wardrobe with shirts that are more flattering for my asymmetry. This includes shirts that are a bit loose-fitting with accents on the left breast area or big patterns in the fabric. My old wardrobe includes very few items that fit this description. To date, The Loft has been the best store to suit my needs.
Today was my first of two root scaling sessions. It truly wasn't as bad as it sounds. I would go so far as to say that it was scarcely unpleasant. The hygienist squirted a little bit of numbing solution at the gum line before using an ultrasonicating tool (micro-vibrating tool) to scrape my teeth just below the gumline. Then she went through with a normal tool to double-check her work and manually scrape any places the ultrasonicating tool missed. Hmm, although it wasn't very uncomfortable at the time, the half of my mouth that was scaled is emanating a mild yet nagging dull pain. Perhaps I should take some tylenol, thus relieving my crabbiness by eliminating the pain only acknowledged when analyzing myself for the purpose of typing this post.
Tylenol administered. Thank you for that.
In a month I'll return to the dentist to scale the other half of my mouth. After everything is properly scaled, the protocol is to keep up my dental regimen and hope that the problem doesn't get any worse. Oh yea, and of course I'm to go to the dentist every 6 months for a professional cleaning.
Ugh ugh ugh, PET scan tomorrow, ugh ugh ugh. I am trying to be so tough and so brave, but the truth might be that I am marginally terrified.