So today, I had my first ever CT scan.
Having been told it would all be over in a matter of minutes; I was somewhat surprised to learn that before any scanning took place, I had to drink about a litre of water….slowly…..over an hour……
What? I have plans to meet up with a friend. Why did no one tell me this?
Maybe they did, but along with all the other information I’ve had to digest since this all started, that little part fell out of my already (some might say even before this shitshow) very overcrowded brain.
So, like the good little patient I am, I drank my water with the little bit of dye in and headed to the scan room. The lady that met me there was absolutely fabulous. She was friendly with an air of calm about her that I didn’t realise I needed. That is to say, until she started to talk about the cannula with a teeeny tiny bit more contrast. Erm, what? Then the angel who was looking after me so brilliantly, calmly added that alongside a warm flush around my body, I would most likely feel like I had wet myself.
She reassured me that I would not have wet myself but all I could think about was the litre of water I’d just finished drinking. Turns out these wonderful health professionals really do know their stuff; within about 3 minutes I thought I’d wet myself!!!! 10 seconds later I realised I hadn’t.
I came to realise that along this journey, a lot will fall out of my brain and that’s ok. The health professionals you will meet along the way are there to ever so gently remind you. And gently stroke your arm and tell you that no, you didn’t wet yourself.
PS. In a further change to my plan, my oncologist appointment has been moved. I now have to wait 24 days.
