2nd appointment of the day. The PET/CT scan. This is to see exactly what lymphnodes are affected by the Hodgkins Lymphoma. This scan is going to see inside of me. Medical Technology is so amazingly advanced (I know this isn't a new type of scan, but it is to me). So first things first, I gotta get poked. I am a nervous wreck right now just knowing that. I'm sitting here breathing like I'm about to give birth, like I'm ready to push, all to take a needle in my arm. The nurse is wonderfully patient with me, and she promises not to hurt me.---Yea Right!!!----Ok, I'm ready to do it, I'm ready for this lil IV to be put in. With my breathing ritual almost over, and the baby must have been born, the nurse does her magic. Well Well Well, I didn't feel a thing, but my arm hurts from that damn IV just sitting in there. ELKK. Now I get to wait for an hour for the medicine to do its job, then the scan will do its reading...........................................................................................................................................
Time for the PET/CT scan. The technician walks us back to this dark and dank room which houses this important and formidable PET scan. It looks like something for space purposes. It looks like a huge long doughnut. It looks like I'm not getting my cuss in that thing. They want me to lie on the table (no problem), put my arms above my head (I can do that), and send me through this unpromising looking machine (here is where the problem starts). I discovered from my first PET scan, that I am apparently claustrophobic. SO, I cant move my arms from this position for 45 minutes. NO NO NO NO NO NO, take me out, please. Not gonna work. This is OK. The technician says they will wait for the bigger machine and It will be much better. ...................................................................................................................................OK, I'm up again. They were right, the big machine is much bigger, and the room isn't so frightening. Ok, here I go again. I can do this. On the table. OHHHH,, arms don't have to be up with this machine because it is wider. Great. Annndd, I'm off. The table is moving into the hole. My breathing is not steady anymore. My breathing is erratic. My eyes open and shut immediately. I am inches from the top of the machine. Am I in a coffin. Get Me out of here, please please please. They pull me out. My body apparently has built in fault lines because I am involuntarily shaking, and OMG, what is this salty discharge coming from my eyes. What the cuss, I am crying like a baby. Literally shaking and crying. WTF!!!!!! But, I can do this. I made it through one before. I can do it. I ask for a cold towel for my forehead and for the blankets to be taken off of my body. They can accomodate me with that. Here I go agian. Deep breaths, saying my prayers. NOT opening my eyes this time. Thinking of a tranquil place, saying my prayers, saying my prayers. I think I fell asleep, because it is alllll over. I did it. I made it out alive. I hope my body quaking didn't shift anything from their important positions. PET scan, done. Now, here comes the technician telling me what a great job I did. Oh, and he wants to take the IV out. All I wanna know is is it going to hurt. Nope, no hurt!!!!
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