angharad_gam

Working backwards in time from now....

Yesterday, as noted, I had an appointment at the RAH to find out my biopsy results. It was with a certain amount of trepidation I duly presented myself, hoping the news was not too dire. In fact it was nothing at all like what I was expecting. They have lost my biopsies! Not the results - the biopsies themselves - they never made it to the lab. There are no results. There are no answers.

The doctor was quite distressed and apologetic and assured me that this had never happened before. What may have happened is this: I agreed to be part of a research project which involved having a few extra biopsies taken (might as well while they were down there I thought). My personal biopsies may have gotten lumped in with the biopsies to be sent to the research project. The doctor is going to look into it. I really hope this is the case because if it is not then it's likely I shall have to repeat the tests all over again. And there I was thinking that a colonoscopy prep was not something I cared to do again for quite a while. Even if they do find them it will probably be another four weeks for the lab to do the analyses they were supposed to start four weeks ago.

The only bright side of this is that the doctor was able to tell me that my insides are pretty normal and healthy looking (I even got to see pictures); but without the biopsies they cannot rule out coeliac disease, and therein lies the rub. I guess I could be really pissed off about this, but frankly I don't have the energy.

And of course, Tuesday was Interview Day. I slept really badly the night before, and was not feeling well on Monday either (I have been flirting with a cold/mild RTI for the last two weeks and I really wish the stupid thing would either give up and go away or throw me down and ravish me - to carry the metaphor perhaps a little too far). So I was afraid I would be feeling really dreadful on the day, but I think adrenaline saw me through. I did start to crash about 4pm, but hardly surprising as I got up at 4:55am. Anyway - the interview. It was .... okay. That has been my adjective of choice for describing it so far. It was okay. There were three questions, and I feel like I answered the first one quite well and the next two less well. It can be really hard to pick what interview panels are looking for, but my impression was that I would scrape in, if they were taking scrapers-in. Whether or not they do depends very much on the budgetary situation. So whether or not I get in may depend rather a lot on whether or not Kevin Rudd decides if he can spare some cash for statisticians on budget night. However the panel are resolved to push the process through as quickly as possible, so it is likely I will find out about my job prospects well before I get my health sorted out.

So, an interesting few days....

In other news Liam has actually eaten his dinner (or most thereof) on the last four nights. This is an astonishing record. Andy actually got all teary eyed watching him eat vegies yesterday....