just got to work after my petscan, this morning...
and i am Starving! lol.
basically, they told me to eat a hi protein, lo carb "last" meal.
( i had steak, salmon, and broccoli at lonestar )
and then fast this morning. i thought they said not to drink any water, so i didn't.
but they gave me some when i got there this morning, as i guess it's ok.
so, i show up early, read until the appt time, sign in, and was treated very well by the staff at Az Molecular.
David was very nice, and explained how everything would go, then he took some blood for a sugartest.
and after that he injected me with some radioactive sugar...
( apparently cancer cells love that shit )
then, i had to "rest" for an hour, while the sugar uptake process occurred thru-out my body.
not being allowed to read my book was a bit difficult, as i was supposed to try to be very quiet and still.
reading apparently works out our facial muscles, and that might skew the sugar uptake. ( who knew? )
so, after I was told to pee ( gotta be empty ), changed into some scrubpants, and a few more minutes of rest,
David came and took me to the scanning room. I had him put KUPD on the radio, WWBD was on, but i dint pay much attention.
then I mounted the very narrow table, and David strapped my arms to my sides, and threw a nice warm blanket over me.
he also put some spacers around my head, so i wouldn't move too much, then he said "cya in a bit", and left.
The machine is quietly humming. The radio is playing, but I'm not listening. I'm quieting my body and my mind.
I'm not claustrophobic actually, until someone straps me to a table under a big humming machine, then i am.
Just a little bit...
;)
So, twenty minutes later, after a lot of sliding back and forth, and trying not to move or itch, I was free again.
It's a funny thing, when you know it's done, and it's soooo quiet, and you know someone is coming soon.
"don't forget me!" "hurry!" "gaaaah! untie me arms!" all ran thru my head... lol.
but, David didn't forget, and his smile looked like he read my mind, and he got me off the table quick-like.
and I thanked him with a foolish smile.
Another thing, right?
It's just another thing.
And it's just another day beginning...