Dec 27, 2013 - 11:47 pm
I went in for my scans today feeling good and confident. That faded real fast!
Upon being taken back, the tech asked me if I'd ever had a reaction to contrast before and I told her I had not. I told her I was not suppose to have contrast today and she said yes you are, that's what the doctor ordered. So, I asked her to call the doctor's office just to be sure because I was certain he told me there'd be no contrast used. She called and sure enough his receptionist scheduled it wrong. Thankfully we caught it and no (potential) harm was done.
Once the tech got me situated and gave me instructions, she told me she'd be scanning my chest, pelvis and abdomen. I got all comfy and layed perfectly still, moving only to breathe. Just when I thought we were done, she came in the room to check on me and tell me what a great job I was doing lying still and that two of the scans were going to be repeated. Something about the way she said it made me think something was abnormal. When finished, the tech came back to my side and I swear I saw a look of 'you poor thing' on the her face as she lowered the table and, I instantly felt an overwhelming sense of doom. I can't decide if the look on her face was real or imagined. I usually don't ask how things looked because I know that technicians and nurses aren't at liberty to discuss the outcome of tests with patients but thanks to the look on her face, I felt compelled to say something. So, laying there on my back looking up at her as she's lowering the table, I flash her a big cheesy smile and give her a thumbs up and say "everything look beautiful in my pictures?" She pauses momentarily, cocks her head to one side and said "lets hope so. We got everything we needed to get and will send the report to your doctor right away". I'm pretty sure she had a look of pity in her eyes.
Since then, I've been a nervous wreck. Can't seem to get my mind off it. I'm hoping this glass of liquid therapy in my hand tonight followed by some retail therapy tomorrow and spending Sunday with my grandson will prove to be good distractions till the doctor calls me on Monday.