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Let me tell you why.
Tuesday, I told you that I would tell you the next day about my tests and my thoughts on how we, as patients, could be better prepared.
The next day came, and was one of the longest days I can remember ever having. Our friend Sarah, Spruce Hill, was lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life. I wanted one of those do-hickey's in Harry Potter, a teleport is that what it is called? I wanted to be right there with her. I wanted to hug her girls. I wanted to take away all of her pain. Let's just say it was a long day.
Sarah went to be with our Lord Wednesday night.
I am so, so happy that I was able to meet her in real life. We have been chit-chatting online via our blogs, Twitter, Facebook, and email for years. We might have only met once, but she knew things about me that a lot of people will never know.
So, long story shorter, Wednesday was not a good day. I almost forgot that I was fighting the same thing.
I don't really have a good excuse for Thursday. Sorry.
But today, let me tell you about my tests. My doctor, who I will call Dr. Green, would have scheduled a MRI but as most of you know, I cannot have an MRI because of my internal defibrillator. He scheduled several CT Scans and a Bone Scan instead. Let me break it down for you.
CT Scan of the Chest with contrast: This one wasn't bad. I was able to keep my clothes on; yeah! With contrast means that they inject a dye into your veins so they could see what was what in there, that is what the nurse told me. If you ever have to have a CT with contrast let me just tell you, that dye will make you feel like you are gonna wet your pants. No joke.
CT Scan of the Abdomen & Pelvis with contrast: The actual scans weren't bad at all. Let me explain. I was given some barium to drink before my tests, but I wasn't given any instructions other than take it with you to the tests. When I arrived to take these tests everyone told me that I was supposed to start the prep the night before. Oops. They decided to give me the quick prep instead. I am already dreading my next CT Scan involving that bitter stuff.
Do you watch Justified? Well, I just know that is what they gave Mags to drink to act like she drank poison to kill herself.
Anyway, when the nurse gave me the drink he failed to tell me that it would give me the runs. And I had a lunch date. That was interesting.
Bone Scan: I had to be injected with some radioactive stuff, drink a lot of fluids, and hang out for a couple of hours. The scan itself was a breeze. I layed on the table, the guy put a rubber band around the tops of my boots to keep my feet up, and the scan started. He told me to feel free to take a nap, but not to snore because it would make him jealous. The test took about 40 minutes, it would have been a good nap if I could have slept.
Now, as I stated before I have an idea how patients can be better informed about tests like these.
I think someone should video patients getting each of the tests. Of course, the patients would have to consent to this. Maybe the people videoing these informational videos could pay the patients. The patients' faces could be blurred, and kept anonymous.
I would have loved to have seen a video of each test to know what to expect. Now, I don't think they should show the people drinking that horribly bitter quick prep. 🙂