Yesterday was another nail-biting, anxiety filled day. A whole body PET scan. Fun. So anyhoo, there I was, getting poked by someone with less than stellar IV skills and my veins are once again uncooperative. Eventually got the damn radioactive dye in my system, got me situated on the table and whirring in the background as I got ready to have my scan. Next thing I hear is the door opening and the tech asking me to climb off the table and join her in the control room. This is unusual. Apparently, the machine decided to suffer an unexpected hiccup. After about 15 minutes of fiddling with the computer, she asked me to go back in the "quiet" room to await my and the machine's fate. I hear discussions in the next room.
"Well, did you delete the last patient."
"Yes, yes, I did."
"Maybe it was the power outage last night."
"Yes, maybe."
Okay, 45 minutes of conjectures and finally, darn machine finally started working. Mind you, I have not had anything to eat or drink since 7pm the night before. The hunger was not my predominant concern. The fact that I have radioactive dye collecting in my bladder without me flushing it out was a bigger concern. My renal function has not been the best because of all the chemo I've had. Now, I may suffer more damage from the dye. Great.
I have a legitimate reason to worry. Right now I feel like I may be retaining a little bit of water. I may need to inform the doctor tomorrow. We'll see. Breathing seems fine for now.
Waiting for test results never gets easy.
God, please let everything be okay.
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