Yesterday I went for a CT scan. It was my first one ever so I was nervous. The nurse was super nice though which was comforting.
Usually my appointments are on the 3rd floor at Women’s hospital but this one was on the 2nd and it was depressing. The 3rd floor is big and bright with large windows. This one was small and depressing. The old man next to me waiting was getting an MRI and I felt for him. I don’t think I could handle being in a small, loud space for a long time. And because I said that I probably jinxed myself and will eventually need one.
Overall the scan wasn’t TERRIBLE. It still wasn’t pleasant. I had an IV with contrast injected during the scan. I could tell when she was injecting it because I felt warm and could taste metallic. The scan only lasted 5 minutes but still, not a fun time.
After the scan I felt nauseous and faint from the injection. It eventually went away a few hours later. Fingers crossed I don’t get a call from my surgeon next week. No news is good news in this case.
Thankfully I have the greatest boyfriend to drag along to my appointments. He has been to every one so far. I don’t think I could do this without him.
My final appointment is April 9th, a pre admission visit to go over surgery the next day. I’m freaking out but my god, I can’t wait for it to be out of me.