Imagination at work

A first person view of the CT Scanner
LASER APERTURE : Do not stare into beam

Every six months I have to get some tests done to make sure my bionic parts are not going haywire. It never fails that the days leading up to the tests and subsequent visit with the doctor keep me up at night more than I usually keep myself up at night.

Getting a CT-scan is a shot in the dark—procedures vary between institutions. I am happy to report that a glowing enema was not required this trip around. I just had the contrast injected and the attendant warned me that effects vary. I may experience a warm feeling that would make it seem like I “made it” in my pants and a funny metallic taste in my mouth. Both rang true. Luckily, these feelings subsided rather quickly.

Tomorrow, I go back for a scan of “the other half” and get results next week.

Lots of photo opportunities around the hospital…

Comments

  1. I can’t quite remember what off ramp I took on the web that led me to your site, but I am quite grateful that I clicked through. I visit often. Your graphics are elegant, your photos are beautiful and your writing conveys a geniune warmth that is engaging.
    Today’s photos demanded that I take a moment to comment. Time comes to a standstill when we are in the clinical environment of hospitals; waiting in exam rooms, waiting in “waiting” rooms, etc. Our eyes focus on all that you captured here today. Sheer wit combined with nervous boredom, thanks for sharing a wink and a nod…

  2. CM
    bits = cells
    bionic = malignant
    Well, bionic would sort’ve imply that I’ve got some electronic components in me, but I used the term loosely to imply that I’ve some part of me that is super powered.
    To be specific, my lymphatic system.
    There are cells in me that like to grow and divide like wildfire. So fast, in fact, they form lumps.
    My history with Non-hodgkins Lymphoma
    I don’t talk about it directly, though I talk about it indirectly a lot.
    I call it “The Cancer Card” and I hate “pulling” it.
    But when I make rash decisions, or decide to take a 49 day roadtrip, you can bet your sweet booty that I feel like I’m living some accelerated life where you just need to go out and DO.
    Whatever it is that’s in ya.
    Aside from my desire to not just blab about Cancer incessantly (in fact, I’m considering a separate blog for folks with questions about NHL)
    It’s a topic that freaks other people out more than it does me.

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