Friday, November 20, 2009

If you don't laugh....

I already told you about my CT scan on Tuesday for the research study. I came home early from a business trip and missed a client meeting so I could go to that scan.

Welp, there was a message on my phone today from the Radiation Oncologist. It turns out that somehow (and even he admits he doesn't know how this possibly happened!) all the data got wiped out from the scan. So it was essentially a waste of time.

Trust me, I was pretty irked. I wanted to muster up more pissed-offedness, but I couldn't when I called him back. He was obviously completely embarassed. He said he had called to complain to the head of nuclear medicine and he also said he called the equipment manufacturer.

So, my options were to give up on the project altogether, or to do it all over again. Now, it's not some horrendous painful thing, but it's not exactly Sunday brunch either. Here's what it involves:

First, a pregnancy test to make sure they don't nuclearize some poor fetus
Wait 1 hour for pregnancy test results
Get injection of a scary-looking nuclear medicine (It is kept in a cement vial-so not kidding)
Wait about 2 hours for medicine to make it's way around your insides
Get into CT scan machine.
Lie on back with arms over head for LONG periods of time

I don't typically lie on my back with my arms up over my head for long periods and on Tuesday I got to the point where my arms felt like they were falling asleep and I was DYING to move them.

So, while this is not the worst experience in the world, it's also not one I was anxious to repeat. Especially for no bloody good reason. And no, software malfunction is not a good reason! (And you also have to ask yourself if software malfunction is code for, "someone f-ed up")

But I will do it again for the sake of research. Someone else probably did something similar for my benefit in the past, right?

Still I am beginning to think that the luck fairy is not so happy with me. But I feel superstitious even saying that. Sorry luck fairy! I like you!

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