A recent comment on my Blog asked me how the PET Scan went, how was the experience?
My wife and I headed down to Baltimore late because of some family commitments so when we got to our hotel around 11:30pm I was very tired and not in a great mood. This continued through the morning because I had to fast and was still awaiting resolution of a problem with my medication order (I will explain that drama another day).
Shortly after arriving at JHU I got called into the back by a very calm tech that looked like a California Surfer (reminded me of a friend from work named Josh) and I found this familiarity calming. He put me in a lead lined room with a steal door and a video camera. I know what your thinking...it's about time they locked me up right! This room had a huge comfy recliner and after he set up my IV he stepped out and sent in the doctor.
The doctor sat down and gave me this inquisitive look that I am starting to get used to from doctors, because it is the look they give you right before they admit they know nothing about your disease and then start asking you to explain it to them. I don't normally mind explaining as long as they don't try to act all knowing while at the same time asking me to help them understand (this has happened a few times).
When he left, the California Surfer came back and gave me two cups of chalky drink and a shot of some sort of radioactive isotope. Then he turned the light out and left me in the quiet dark room. I couldn't sleep so I sang my favorite hymns and at some point drifted off to a state of peace with no worries for what the future, post PET Scan, would look like.
Then the door opened and I was walked over to the PET Scan machine, where I was strapped onto the tray that feeds the machine for over an hour. I like the feeling of being tied to the tray, it is calming. The room was very quiet and I was told to stay very still, which I did. In fact I think I fell asleep a few time.
Afterwards they walked me out and honestly since the test I haven't worried about the results. The whole things still feels very surreal.
My wife and I headed down to Baltimore late because of some family commitments so when we got to our hotel around 11:30pm I was very tired and not in a great mood. This continued through the morning because I had to fast and was still awaiting resolution of a problem with my medication order (I will explain that drama another day).
Shortly after arriving at JHU I got called into the back by a very calm tech that looked like a California Surfer (reminded me of a friend from work named Josh) and I found this familiarity calming. He put me in a lead lined room with a steal door and a video camera. I know what your thinking...it's about time they locked me up right! This room had a huge comfy recliner and after he set up my IV he stepped out and sent in the doctor.
The doctor sat down and gave me this inquisitive look that I am starting to get used to from doctors, because it is the look they give you right before they admit they know nothing about your disease and then start asking you to explain it to them. I don't normally mind explaining as long as they don't try to act all knowing while at the same time asking me to help them understand (this has happened a few times).
When he left, the California Surfer came back and gave me two cups of chalky drink and a shot of some sort of radioactive isotope. Then he turned the light out and left me in the quiet dark room. I couldn't sleep so I sang my favorite hymns and at some point drifted off to a state of peace with no worries for what the future, post PET Scan, would look like.
Then the door opened and I was walked over to the PET Scan machine, where I was strapped onto the tray that feeds the machine for over an hour. I like the feeling of being tied to the tray, it is calming. The room was very quiet and I was told to stay very still, which I did. In fact I think I fell asleep a few time.
Afterwards they walked me out and honestly since the test I haven't worried about the results. The whole things still feels very surreal.
Your sense of humor is shining through again. Such humor has been the cure for many. (think Norman Cousins)
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