The CAT scan took place last night, and was surprisingly quick. Preparing me for the scan took slightly longer than the scan itself. No gown or anything, just me and my clothes, sans jeans (metal buttons). IV contrast added, which felt something like a hot flash, so I was used to it.
Twice sliding through the metal doughnut, holding my breath, and I was done. They let me see the scan of my own innards. I have lungs! Kidneys! Guts! A liver! Wow, who knew?
Then it was home to a pizza and watching Reservoir Dogs, which is Peter’s favorite movie. Peter wasn’t there, so Buck and I abandoned it about 20 minutes in.
There it is, my fate on a screen, and I don’t know how to read the screen. The major elements of my body had to be pointed out to me by the technician. My body is a foreign language I know only through bad translations.
white pebble 