Today I went for my second CT scan at Lion’s Gate Hospital. They had me sit in the waiting room for an hour, drinking two cups of water over that timespan. It reminded me a bit of getting an ultrasound to check on the progress of developing babies, except I was allowed to use the washroom if I needed to, thankfully.
So I sat around drinking water for an hour, changing into a lovely blue hospital gown, while reading Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. I was at least twenty minutes into the book (near the end of it, because I’ve been reading it for months and keep forgetting I’m reading it) before I realized how morbid that was. And then I was amused.
After the hour, the took me over and put an IV in so they could inject the dye, then put me into the giant donut CT scanner. They did one pass, then paused.
“So… when did you have that barium?”
I looked over at the woman asking and replied, “ummm… yesterday?” with a sinking feeling.
“Ah. Okay. Well we’re going to have to reschedule you for this, because it’s going to streak the results and we won’t get a good scan. It’ll probably take about a week.”
I was frustrated. I had asked my doctor last week if I should go ahead with the stomach x-ray, and she said yes. What I didn’t think of, and what she probably didn’t think to ask, was how close the two were booked together, and the fact that the barium would be a problem for the CT results.
At any rate, frustrated and annoyed, I was sent on my way. They will call to reschedule. And I got on a bus to make the long trek home. And when I see the oncologist on Thursday he won’t have the full picture yet, so everything gets delayed.
I’m doing my best to not be too annoyed by it, because that won’t make things go faster… so I’m going to play some Civilization V tonight as a distraction. World domination makes everything better.