Sooooooooooooo today I was scheduled for a CT scan of my left shoulder. My orthopedic surgeon said the X-ray couldn’t tell him enough and it ordered a contrast [long word here] CT scan. I thought nothing of it. I figured I’d go into Greenwich Hospital, la dee dah twiddle dee dee and be out in 15 minutes. Bam. Not so fast.
Come to find out that a contrast CT scan is actually a THREE STEP process. One, a regular nothing burger CT scan, in one of those god awful hospital robes, slide under the pretty light screen and out in under five minutes. Easy.
But, for the contrast aspect to enter the equation, I needed some dye in my shoulder and to get the dye, they stuck me with a huge needle of Novocain. I am a total wimp and did not like that process at all. I think I left my fingerprints on the radiology room bed I was clutching onto for dear life! It didn’t really hurt but the mental expectation was that it would hurt. Then they had to inject the dye. That didn’t HURT but I could feel it and it wasn’t pleasant.
THEN, a stroll back to the CT scan room for round two. They seemed to leave me in there forever this time, like they went to lunch and forgot me, to the point I came close to shouting HEY REMEMBER ME, but someone did come get me. I asked if I was in there like longer than normal or if I was just getting antsy and he did say I was in longer, they were having trouble entering my information into the system. Huh?
The doctor was extraordinary and so too the radiology technician. Patient. Very informative as I asked a million questions. It’s incredible the steps they have to go through to make sure you are who you say you are and the that they are working on the correct body part – I had to spell my name etc and repeat my birthday a few times then match it to my hospital wrist band.
I was flummoxed from the get-go though because I didn’t realize what the ONS doctor had requested. It was such a hectic appointment to begin with, he was running late etc so I didn’t ask him then what exactly I was getting today. It’s like going to the dentist thinking you’re getting a regular teeth cleaning but are told it’s two root canals! I was mentally unprepared and also had not mapped out my day thinking I’d be at Greenwich Hospital for two hours!
Im done. Home. Feet up expecting some pampering. I bought two Mega Million tickets in Greenwich and two in New York, so I’m in it to win it!