Well I did get to sleep (at like SIX) and slept til 1:30pm which was slightly surreal. By the time I got up MindReader had driven to Birmingham, sat a three and a half hour exam, and driven back again.
He has now gone until Sunday when he comes back to take me to have an ULTRASOUND on Monday morning. No I am not pregnant (I would have told you readers before anyone!); the Doctor is obsessed with why I get urinary tract infections almost constantly. I told her it’s because my body’s a bit preoccupied fighting something else off at the moment – but no – I have to go and drink FOUR PINTS of water and NOT PEE all morning!
Also ALSO, last night I stayed up for so long watching the ceiling that I actually crossed paths with MadFather who got up at 5:30 to go to London. I asked him conversationally, in my midnight and his morning, where his relaxation CD was (probably best not to ask). He handed me a few CD packets to look through. It was not there.
When MindReader got back this afternoon he said to me, “Why did you have 5 CD stacks around your bed last night? I thought you’d cracked!”
Thanks!!
I had to go for an ultrasound last year, and not because I was pregnant. I dutifully drank all the water and TOOK THE BUS! to the hospital, over about a hundred speed bumps on the way. When I got there the receptionist informed me they were running forty minutes late! It was no good, I had to pee, for about five minutes solid, and then start drinking water again! I went on my own and got lots of curious/pitying glances from all the couples and mother/daughters in the waiting room. The radiographer did say I had a “lovely full bladder” though. And then I pee’d every hour for about the next two days!
Good luck x
Oh, and you get a print out of your internal dimensions too!
Ooh. Considering I last left the house on MONDAY MORNING I am now unreasonably excited about this expedition!
BG