CT Sssscans.
i had an appointment thursday to get a CT scan at lutheran general
hospital. holly and i arrived early to sit next to the kid holding an
apple juice bottle filled with his own pee for 10 minutes before getting
directed to waiting room 2 (of 3 total).
so, after a spell in waiting room 2, then room 3, i was escorted into the
CT Scanning room. a nice technician instructed me to remove my shirt. i
did so. IV went in. the scanner read my chest. the dye went thru the IV.
there was a distinct rush of warm thru my whole upper body and then the
very clear feeling that i had just pissed my pants. the tech told me that
i would feel this. "it feels like you peed your pants" he told me. i did
not believe it until BAM, piss feeling. i had not, of course, urinated on
myself even a drop, but my crotch was filled with a warm. a warm. a
dry liquid warm. like i had just been cooked from the inside.
after a few moments it all went away. then i asked if i could see the
results. tech agreed and let me scan forward and back thru the pictures of
my insides. he pointed out a few landmarks then left me on my own to
diagnose any maladies my lay-eyes might spot. have you ever seen your own
heart? in high contrast black and white? i have now. it didn't teach me
anything.
so, i can say, albeit with no confidence at all, that my CT scans without
the dye looked fine. no clouding or black spots, my hilar adenopathy
looks, well, not there at all. now, the CT scan with dye, or contrast as
they call it, i had no clue what i was even looking at. everything could
have been a tumor. my heart was a white sack. and the bronchia just black
voids seperating very white smooth tissues.
the official results will be in on monday. for now, i am a bit more
relaxed at this point.
i am looking for a home for the following sentence, composed in the
bathtub, 2pm 12 march, 2005:
i broke your smooth silence into fragments with fake french quips.
-jon. a. evans.
hospital. holly and i arrived early to sit next to the kid holding an
apple juice bottle filled with his own pee for 10 minutes before getting
directed to waiting room 2 (of 3 total).
so, after a spell in waiting room 2, then room 3, i was escorted into the
CT Scanning room. a nice technician instructed me to remove my shirt. i
did so. IV went in. the scanner read my chest. the dye went thru the IV.
there was a distinct rush of warm thru my whole upper body and then the
very clear feeling that i had just pissed my pants. the tech told me that
i would feel this. "it feels like you peed your pants" he told me. i did
not believe it until BAM, piss feeling. i had not, of course, urinated on
myself even a drop, but my crotch was filled with a warm. a warm. a
dry liquid warm. like i had just been cooked from the inside.
after a few moments it all went away. then i asked if i could see the
results. tech agreed and let me scan forward and back thru the pictures of
my insides. he pointed out a few landmarks then left me on my own to
diagnose any maladies my lay-eyes might spot. have you ever seen your own
heart? in high contrast black and white? i have now. it didn't teach me
anything.
so, i can say, albeit with no confidence at all, that my CT scans without
the dye looked fine. no clouding or black spots, my hilar adenopathy
looks, well, not there at all. now, the CT scan with dye, or contrast as
they call it, i had no clue what i was even looking at. everything could
have been a tumor. my heart was a white sack. and the bronchia just black
voids seperating very white smooth tissues.
the official results will be in on monday. for now, i am a bit more
relaxed at this point.
i am looking for a home for the following sentence, composed in the
bathtub, 2pm 12 march, 2005:
i broke your smooth silence into fragments with fake french quips.
-jon. a. evans.