one down, one to go

Today I wake up hungry. Not that I am really hungry but I'm not allowed to eat breakfast. So I imagine that I am hungry.

Then head off for a PET scan.

I arrive an hour early, I had allowed a lot of time to cope with the awful parking situation. As it turns out I battle through narrow passages, dead ends and lots of other cars -- then drive outside the building and find plenty of space in the open area.

I'm early to the Nuclear Medicine section, that's okay. Time to fill in the usual forms... Today's form is even more vague that usual. Have I been scanned before? Yes, often. Have I had treatment? Yes, lots. When did it all happen? Some vague time in the past. Best I can do, I don't fixate on dates :-) (Or facts, for that matter. Past is blogged and forgotten.)

I sit, relax. Get called to the cannulation room where I am cannulated. That is, a tube stuck into a vein. Or artery, I never ask. A finger is pricked (ouch!) and my blood sugar is found to be normal. I'm moved to the next room.

The reclining chairs are all occupied so I get a bed. Radioactive sugar is pumped in, I am left to relax, while the sugar circulates.

The bed is not very comfortable, there's a light just outside, a red light ("Do not enter") occasionally turns on in my room. I fall asleep. To be woken an hour and a quarter later. The cannula is now removed.

I walk to the PET scanner room. (Oh yes, just assume that each time I move to another room -- I go to the toilet on the way.)

Today both head and body are to be scanned. I lie down. My arms are held in place with a wrapped blanket, my head is strapped down. Kinky. I spend half an hour sliding in and out of the scanner.

I go to the "recovery" room -- for a sandwich. Ten minutes later a doctor comes in. She has a French accent but I get the gist of what she says: photos are in focus, I can go. So I do.

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Today is our day for taking grandson to swimming lessons. Because I'm now radioactive, Deb takes him by herself. After the lesson they will go to our place, so I don't go home.

I get a cake and coffee in Kings Park, and wait.

I get a message from our medical inside informer (should that be Deep Ears Nose & Throat?) : The body scan is clear :-) The PET scan of the head is never definitive, tomorrow's MRI will tell that story.

Deb sends a message: the house is clear of grandson. I go home.

A bit of low level good cheer, tomorrow is another scan.

Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper

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