A CT scan appointment took me back to University Hospital this morning.
I tried to look at it like an experiment! I compared what it was like to be an in-patient versus an out-patient. The out-patient experience wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Sure it took longer to get to the scan room, but not much. I had to sit with a bunch of weirdos (fellow patients) including one woman who stared at my PICC line like it was going to come to life and strangle her and a woman speaking a foreign language whose two daughters acted like they owned the place, putting their coats and purses over chairs meant for patients, who had to stand until the women remembered their manners. But I digress.
My radiologist recalled my previous visit. She said, “I remember doing a scan on you when you were an in-patient. Wow – you look a lot better!” Well sure. A slack face staring up from a gurney can’t hold a candle to a woman walking in on her own, wearing make-up and clothes not stamped with LHSC! The dye didn’t bother me as much as it has in the past but I found myself getting claustrophic this morning which is weird because the CT Scan machine is just a big donut. It’s not like an MRI. There’s nothing to feel confined about!
So now I wait until next week to get the results. Is my current treatment working? Will they need to go in and help things along? These questions and many others will be answered soon on As The Liver Heals!