I had a CT scan today (well, technically yesterday). I did not enjoy it.
Prior to the scan, I was instructed not to eat and given two “berry smoothies” to drink (code for nasty ass barium sulfate solution thinly disguised as a palatable drink).
So I did that, drank one the night before and one a couple hours before the CAT scan, as instructed. Went to the hospital, waited in patient registration, then got called in per my turn.
This CT scan was ordered by my GI doctor as an ultrasound revealed what he thought were lesions on my liver that he feared were cancerous, but due to the imprecise nature of that particular test, he ordered a more precise one, hence the CT scan.
I hate that machine. Not only had I endured the consumption of barely palatable liquid berry flavored chalk, then they IV’d more tint into me that made my mouth feel like I’d eaten copper, then charged my groin with a hot (not in a good way) sensation that was really strange, to say the least.
Then I’m in this back and forth bed with a whirring machine that sounded like a dryer on steroids going back and forth over me, whilst being instructed by said machine when to breathe and when to hold my breath. It was very surreal. This thing is a gigantic plastic doughnut with a large spinning metal ring in it that I could see through a small window in it that just gave me the creeps.
I know, I’m a puss, but man…all I could think about was “when was the last time this thing had it’s maintenance?” as I am glancing at the gigantic 480V panel nearby that supplies it’s power. I kept thinking the metal ring, as fast as it was spinning, was going to break up and shred me.
Anyway, I hope I don’t have liver cancer. This was the test my GI doc ordered when he saw an abnormality on my liver on an ultrasound scan. Let’s hope. But man, that machine was super creepy, and having the tint injected via IV was NOT pleasant.