I went to Radiology Regional today, had to be there at 9:15, had to be up at 7, no dawdle time. I was to get a scan of me nether parts to determine why I am anemic. I was very weak, due to a day of fluids. I wore a mask. At the facility I was checked in laboriously, with hand wipes, and different doorways.
Pete, a mountain of a man, very nice, showed me to the dressing room and said I was required to drink three bottles of a lemon/lime drink (think Gatorade), wait 45 minutes, then they would take the test. They had me gone at 3 bottles and I said so. Said I was willing to drink one, tops. He said, well, 3 is a must. I said, my must is, “not a chance, I’m outta here”. So they issued a refund of my co-pay and said I should check with my doctor about alternatives. They were really nice about it. My weight this morning was 106. They don’t need me to drink three bottles of anything. The last time I did this (for a colonoscopy), I vomited for three straight hours and that reaction was for just half of it.
On the plus side, the roads were almost traffic free, da sun was shining, it was an easy drive, I got there and back without fainting at the wheel. When I got home, I had Mary Kitchen’s corned beef hash and an egg, and a slice of toast mitt peanut butter and I’m going back to bed. (FYI, Libby’s CBH is like a mush. I’m writing them. Of course I am. I’ll probably get a form apology and a coupon for free cans of their hash.)