I'll find out the answer to that age-old question on Monday. In the meantime, I've completed my PET and CT scans at the City of Hope. I had a strange experience while I was in the CT tunnel yesterday. I suddenly became very nauseous and asked the technicians to stop the presses. Then I threw up violently into a tray. Repeatedly.
We're not sure why I had this reaction. It could have been the berry bromide shakes that I chugged at the rate of two ounces per second that day. Or it may have been an allergic reaction to the iodine contrast that I received through an IV. Or maybe it was the Happy Meal that I wolfed down right before the scan.
At the same time, my inner lip suddenly puffed up. I looked like I'd just received a collagen injection or a bee sting. I stuck around for a while for "observation," but no new hives or Happy Meals surfaced.
In spite of the gag-inducing milkshakes and the prospect of throwing up, I enjoy going in for my CT scans. I always schedule them for the early afternoons because I know that my favorite technician, Joanne, will be working. We both talk a mile a minute until the little smiley face light in the machine says, "Hold your breath." After the 8-second break, I come up for air and more fast-paced conversation.
While I sat in the observation room, Joanne came by carrying a bright-colored reusable grocery bag from Jensen's Grocers. After I admired it, Joanne explained that she bought a half dozen because they were just 99 cents. Then she removed her lunch from the bag and gave it to me as a gift. (I wouldn't say that I've found the "perfect purse" - just the perfect reusable grocery bag.)Is it any wonder I love going in for my CT scans? Not to mention the fact that they answer the age-old question, "Does she or doesn't she?"
(If you click to enlarge the photo, you can get a closer look at my thick, curly locks.)
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