I turned the lights out at midnight which was way too late. Especially since I had to get up at 6.30. Because of the train strike my plan had been to take a bus and the subway instead and to leave super early. I looked at the public transportation app all morning and finally decided to take the usual train after all because the few trains that were running were all pretty much on time. I took one that was supposed to arrive twenty minutes before my appointment and everything went well.
Here you see the not actually crowded train. It was storming all day up to the point where I was afraid the wind would rip my earbuds out.
Me looking at a map and figuring out where to go beforehand paid off, I found the clinic without an issue. While there were a few other people wearing masks on the train in the clinic I was the only one. Then things started going downhill. They wanted the referral from my doctor and my blood test results. I gave them the referral but later realized that I had forgotten to add the letter my doctor wrote and I’m not sure I uploaded it, oops, and also, the last blood test results I had were from a year prior. Also oops.
So I went and had blood drawn and got injected with some nice radioactive stuff and got my scintigram. The person who drew my blood poked around in my arm, pulling and pushing the needle repeatedly, the whole thing hurt and now I have a really impressive bruise.
After that I got yet another ultrasound were the doctor complained about the scintigram not showing anything because I was still taking my thyroid meds. He was very cross with his higher ups.
I will get the results in a few days through an online portal, interestingly.
I went back home, briefly thought about going to the big music store right next to the train station since the next train wasn’t due for 14 minutes but then my usual anxiety took over, I went to the train station right away and – the train before was just entering the station.
I bought myself some treats, walked home from the station near my house, talked with my husband and had lunch:
This was the same thing we often eat cold in the summer as pasta salad primavera but this time we ate it cold.
I still had some time before teaching but didn’t feel energetic enough to do the dishes, I taught for two hours, ate dinner and puttered around a bit, went online to watch the thing about photovoltaic, decided I really couldn’t bear to listen to the extremely boring speaker, talked with my husband again and started writing this post.
Then I did the dishes and Duolingo, watched something and went to bed early. What a day.