January 29, 2008
For those of you reading my installments about the self-destruction of my innards, read on.
Today was my (rescheduled) CT scan. For those of you who have not had a CT scan, it’s a pretty interesting process.
First you drink these barium “milkshakes” that have aspects that make every part of your sensory system scream. Viscous. Chalky. Stringy. Heavy. Ringing taste of pale metallics and chemicals. Nominally “berry” flavored. Every bit disgusting. I had to drink three.
Except. By the end of the second one this morning, I was requiring trips to the (indelicate bits ahead!) lavatory every 5 minutes or so. It was miserable. The CT techs had neglected to warn me that it might make me sick in this way. Boy howdy. But they did assure me, when I called 1/2 an hour before my appointment, that I’d be able to be near a bathroom at the clinic. Woo!
The actual procedure is interesting and curious. You strip, put on scrubs, drink the last of your dastardly barium, and then lay down on this horizontal plane that can be maneuvered through this big beige doughnut. GE makes this big beige doughnut, there are icons and pictograms all over it (a bit Stargate) and I bet it cost a whole LOT.
Then they gave me an IV (thankfully in the elbow this time instead of the hand, which HURTS), and the second nurse told me that as she hooked me up to the iodine machine, I’d feel two sensations: 1) That something warm was running down the back of my throat, and 2) I was peeing myself. I’ll be damned–she was telling the truth.
After that there was just a lot of whirring and PA system telling me to hold my breath. And radiation.
Just got the doctor’s voicemail that all they found was the expected smallish lump on my appendix. Things move forward, then, as expected. I’ll be setting things up with a surgeon tomorrow! Whee!