CT Scan

The receptionist called me ahead of time to remind me of my CT scan appointment, and told me that since I don't get any kind of contrast, I could actually come later. Though I was having a full body scan, it wouldn't take very long. I am used to these scans now, so I head out on my own.



The radiologist doesn't remember me, but I remember him. Last time I joked that we had to stop meeting this way (I was in every month). He had laughed. But I haven't been in since the chemo began, and I am just another face to him now. He is his usual pleasant self, and I am called back immediately and helped up on the machine.



I already know not to wear anything with metal - no zippers, bra hooks, grommets, etc. I slide my shoes off and scootch myself into position. The assistant, a lovely woman named Ann, puts a foam prop under my legs and straps me in. I slide in and out of the whirling donut five times - hold your breath . . . . . breathe!



I am done. The results will be ready when next I see Dr. Young on the 22nd. I decide to treat myself to lunch at Panera's, even though this was not painful or draining. A sort of "make=up" lunch for the times when I did have yucky stuff but couldn't eat. Ah, nice. Now if I can just be patient until next week!