Travel in our part of the world during the winter months can be difficult, if not impossible.
The temperatures not only moderated but grew unseasonably warm this week.
We had snow, wind and icing on the roads.
The hospital where I was scheduled for my one year follow-up MRI is 2-1/2 hours away.
We chose to drive in Wednesday night and stay in a nearby hotel.
Rick managed the difficult parts of the drive well, but not with ease. It was a bit trying for both of us. We relaxed and collapsed in front of mindless television as we settled into our room.
Before I shut down my laptop to check out of the hotel, I typed into my Facebook status box:
MRI day - into the force field I go
and so off to the hospital, wishing I could have another coffee, knowing I had to wait till after.
There were no delays. The needle for the i.v. line to inject contrast agent was inserted with skill. I relaxed into the clicking and knocking and tried to ignore the desire to move about to ease the growing pain in my lower back. Halfway (or somewhere near halfway) through the test I could feel someone take the i.v. tube from my hand and insert the contrast.
Hang in there, I thought. Can't be long now.
More knocks, bangs, clicks and tones that the earphones can't muffle, and then I heard a voice telling me to watch my elbows as they slid me out to freedom. I rose without too much residual back pain.
I was told my doctor would have the results in a day or two, though I had been told by the gamma knife centre to expect to hear from them within three weeks.
We spent the next few hours shopping, then made our way back home on still ice covered roads.
Now safe, rested from a good nights sleep, and back to life as usual, trying not think about the waiting.