When I was little, I was terrified of the CT machine when I'd go to visit my mom at work. I'd always walk by it and cringe at the thought of ever having to have a cat scan because I knew they would find a huge brain tumor.
That fear has carried throughout my life until today.
I got to the hospital at 7:00am and began drinking contrast. It was nice knowing all of the techs so I could joke around with them, but I was scared. After about ten minutes they stopped the contrast and switched me to water because they decided to do a pacreatic scan instead of an abdomen. Lucky me.
I was feeling a bit queasy when I started drinking the contrast, but I passed it off as nothing more than nerves and the nurses felt the same way. At 8:00am, they took me back to start my IV. I'm horrible with IV's. I don't mind needles, but really, really thick ones just aren't my friend because I have really bad veins. After two attempts and forty-five minutes later, they were finally able to get the IV started.
I went into the CT room really confident and not really frightened at all. They took the scans without contrast first, then they needed to inject me with the contrast. Because of the scan I was having, the amount of contrast I was going to have would be significantly higher than normal. They warned me that I would get really warm and would have a funny taste in my mouth. They also told me that if it hurt going in, to tell them. It hurt going in. I told them. They said some pressure would be okay. After all of it was injected it only took about two seconds for the heat to come on. Only with me, I heated up far more than I should causing me to get extremely flushed, my blood pressure to shoot through the roof, and extreme nausea. They quickly called the nurse in because I was having a hard time breathing and took me back to the nurses station. I immediatly got really sick and thought I was going to die for a few minutes.
It was very unnerving to hear the nurses in a panic because they have never seen this reaction before (fabulous!). They went to go ask a doctor, and he said it was just the amount of contrast they injected into tme at such a fast rate that got me so sick.
Abouth half an hour later, I was feeling better but still not up to par. I decided to go home where I passed out all day long.
I'm still not feeling very good and I'm just very, very tired. I have almost zero energy and when I try to exert any sort of energy, I get really hot and want to throw-up.
Yeah, the CT wasn't very fun. I hope I never have to have another one again. Tomorrow I'll find out what's wrong, if anything. Looking at the films, my pancreas does look a little funny, but I'm not a radiologist and neither were the girls I was looking at my films with.
We'll see...
That fear has carried throughout my life until today.
I got to the hospital at 7:00am and began drinking contrast. It was nice knowing all of the techs so I could joke around with them, but I was scared. After about ten minutes they stopped the contrast and switched me to water because they decided to do a pacreatic scan instead of an abdomen. Lucky me.
I was feeling a bit queasy when I started drinking the contrast, but I passed it off as nothing more than nerves and the nurses felt the same way. At 8:00am, they took me back to start my IV. I'm horrible with IV's. I don't mind needles, but really, really thick ones just aren't my friend because I have really bad veins. After two attempts and forty-five minutes later, they were finally able to get the IV started.
I went into the CT room really confident and not really frightened at all. They took the scans without contrast first, then they needed to inject me with the contrast. Because of the scan I was having, the amount of contrast I was going to have would be significantly higher than normal. They warned me that I would get really warm and would have a funny taste in my mouth. They also told me that if it hurt going in, to tell them. It hurt going in. I told them. They said some pressure would be okay. After all of it was injected it only took about two seconds for the heat to come on. Only with me, I heated up far more than I should causing me to get extremely flushed, my blood pressure to shoot through the roof, and extreme nausea. They quickly called the nurse in because I was having a hard time breathing and took me back to the nurses station. I immediatly got really sick and thought I was going to die for a few minutes.
It was very unnerving to hear the nurses in a panic because they have never seen this reaction before (fabulous!). They went to go ask a doctor, and he said it was just the amount of contrast they injected into tme at such a fast rate that got me so sick.
Abouth half an hour later, I was feeling better but still not up to par. I decided to go home where I passed out all day long.
I'm still not feeling very good and I'm just very, very tired. I have almost zero energy and when I try to exert any sort of energy, I get really hot and want to throw-up.
Yeah, the CT wasn't very fun. I hope I never have to have another one again. Tomorrow I'll find out what's wrong, if anything. Looking at the films, my pancreas does look a little funny, but I'm not a radiologist and neither were the girls I was looking at my films with.
We'll see...
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billy8:
I was terrorized by a ringer washer, as a young boy. I feel for you! Laundry hasn't been the same since 
mikefool:
hm..wants I should cast a healing spell?