Facial CAT Scan (not to be confused with eating pussy cats either!)

24 May 2005

 Dr. Schell decides to make this a special event too. Bonus activity... let's inject some dye into Tracy's vein so that we can see her innards in technicolor. Do I like this guy or not?

I, of course, end up with a nurse that has just recently returned to work after a few years "off" (and for what reason I might ask?) And then, my question is answered by her deeds, not her words. This chick is literally DIGGING around in my arm with  her needle to "catch" a vein. I explained to her, while she was starting to inject, that I have had chemo. and my veins are very hard to enter...perhaps a... YEOWWCH, smaller...hey I said "OWWWWWCHH" already. Now use a smaller friggin' needle or I am outta here.

She finally pulls out the needle. Because I am now in lala land. Smelling salts. Lights, camera, action, I'm Baaccckkk.

Pale and sweaty I say to her, calmly, though through gritted teeth, "Do ya think 'we' could try a smaller needle this time maybe????" I now burn her name and face on my DO NOT CALL list forever. Cathy, with head tilted says, "I think 'we' might have to try a tiny needle, but it will take a few seconds longer for the dye to enter your arm." Now I want to say "No Cath, where has your sense of adventure gone? Let's use the fat needle and take three times longer just trying to enter the vein so that 'we' can get the dye to go in faster-DUMBASS!" However, I am too exhausted to fight and I lie back in complete resignation of the fact the there is no 'we', SHE is the master and commander of this mission.

CT-Scan goes fine. Jon, the technician is friendly, clean, well-groomed. No problems. "Why do I have to wear a gown if the CT is just for my face?" I think to myself as I lie on the CT table. "Oh, and where do they keep the cat?" delerium has finally hit.