The thing that I feared the most today was the drink.
Before a CT scan, a patient is given two bottles of this stuff to drink. I’ve drunk a few nasty things in the name of medicine before, and even though I was cheerfully told that I could choose from many wonderful flavors, I did not have high hopes. In fact, it terrified me. What if it was so awful I couldn’t get it down? What if I ended up crying? And what if the drink was the least of my worries?
Today was a good day. The drink was not even nearly as bad as what pregnant women drink during their gestational diabetes tests. I did not flip out, I did not cry. I learned about the vast differences between an MRI and a CT scan. I learned that I was one of the very last patients on the hospital’s bone scan machine, manufactured in 1997 and due to be replaced next week. I learned that when a bone scan and a CT scan are done side by side on the same day, the process is time consuming. But best of all, today I learned that both my bone scan and my CT scan came back totally clear.
So now I face only my surgery.