No news

After working all morning to get insurance approval for the SpecCT scan, as I walked into the waiting area I hear the receptionist telling another patient "The machine just crashed...stick around and we will see when it is up and running again." Which we all know is medical speak for "Yeah right! No way you're getting this test done today!"

I politely register and am told the same thing, however I believe with my pyschic powers, I just may be able to convince the machine to start working again. So I sit from 1 to 4pm waiting (and napping) and waiting. No dice.

I had a nice chat though with the Head of Radiology, who is the one who read my bone scan last night and an all-around nice guy, who today had an intern, who I recognized from the gym! She is another sucker who loves the double spin classes on tues-thurs with the coach of my triathlon team. She mentioned that she and the Doc had a 'bet' as to what was wrong with me- she things stress fracture, he thinks not. Good to know they are getting some pleasure out of the situation.

HOWEVER, they also mentioned that SHE TOO was getting over the SAME injury, a femoral-neck stress fracture, as my 'worst case scenario' diagnosis, as they kept referring to it. So that is good to know, as I see her at the gym spinning just about every time I am at the gym in that neighborhood. I didn't dare ask how long she was out/off running, but she seemed to have a positive mood about it, even if it was just for my tender nerves (as they were beginning to fray at that point, and with me, fraying nerves=big well-up tears).

So, that's the news. No news. Not until Monday, as now it is off to Philly for three days of training-course fun. Oh, the doc's suggestion for the week ahead in my flux-state of non-diagnosis: "Just dont' walk a alot, OK kiddo?"

Thanks, Doc, thanks a WHOLE lot.