OMG, no space suit!

Didn't sleep much last night, but that's to be expected. I've had two other times where I went to bed dreading the answers/conversations the next day. First time when Morgan was having accidents and I tried to get her in to see the doc. They were full and said I could come in the next day or go to the ER. Peeing her pants wasn't quite an ER worthy trip so I waited. I couldn't sleep that night thinking of my fears and if they were going to be realized the next day. They were. She was diagnosed with diabetes the next day. Second time was right before my SIL's wedding reception. I made cakes all day for the reception and had a nagging feeling that perhaps my friends had cursed me a few weeks back at dinner. So before bed I took a pregnancy test and as my girlfriends called it - I was pregnant with baby #3 even though I just had #2 six months ago. That night I decided I would let Dan get the last good nights sleep for a while. I couldn't sleep with this news knowing we'd have to face the family the next day with our big secret (didn't want to hijack the celebration). And, we needed to come to terms with 3 kids under five.

Last night. Last night I just couldn't get comfortable. I tossed and tuned all night long and finally, at 6am I decided that I would get up and prepare for my 7am appointment. I put makeup on, thought about curling my hair, wore my pink statue of David (naked men entertain me) socks, grabbed a book, headphones and headed out in my most comfy clothes. Got to the imaging department a hair before seven and found out that I was supposed to check in at 7:15 for a 7:30am appointment. Oh well. Rather be early than late.

Sierra was my nuclear medicine tech and came to fetch me just before 7:30. Sad to report, no alien, no hazmat suit, just a sweet, peppy, blond chick. She took me back into a pretty standard doc office style room. There was the Barcalounger (darn it! didn't get a pic) AND, the best part, the seat was heated!!! Strange to discover upon sitting down, but nice none the less. She brought in a warm blanket (best thing about spending time in medical centers - warm blankets) and I got settled. She showed me the reclining feature on the chair and then we got straight to the stabby part. She admired my temporary rainbow cat tattoo as she put in the IV thingy. Tested my BG (170 - stress) and shoved some saline in to flush the line. She then said she'd be back with the fancy drugs. In she walks with this cute little iron tackle/toolbox looking thing. The syringe was covered in a metal (lead my guess) casing. She pushed the radioactive sugar in with the saline and the big scary part was over (I think). Sierra exited stage right, hit the lights and blew a kiss as she walked away. Okay, no kiss, but still. I had to lay as still as possible for one hour while the cocaine, whoops- radio active material, made it's way through my circulation and to every part of my body. No eye stimulation, so no movies/phone. No holding anything, so no books. Had my podcast ready to go. This American Life for 60 minutes. Best pro tip ever, I brought my sleeping eye mask and that was the. BEST. I could kind of mostly relax.

After the hour was up, Sierra woke the sleeping beauty and said "REGULATORS, ROLL OUT!". Or rather, told me to empty my bladder and hop on the table. The cool thing is that the scanner at this location was one of the newer ones in town and so the whole effort took no more than 20 minutes. And no need to hold my breath. As I lay there with my arms over my head (you pose like it's the least exciting, slowest roller coaster ride ever and you have to keep your arms up the whole time!), I kept thinking of how cool the technology was. The radioactive decay was being picked up by the scanner I was inching through (more like mm by mm). This video explains the science well and that's what I imagined. Me shooting little radioactive rays from my body while this large drum circled around picking up my sparkle.

And all that being said, it was kind of boring and easy. I don't feel anything from the goo, the scan, or different in any way. I'm supposed to avoid pregnant ladies, small children and bomb sniffing dogs (though seriously, I would love to try that one out). And I shouldn't share the same toilet with anyone for 24 hours. Otherwise, I'm just a little radioactive and fine to be around! Yep, radioactive, that's my new superpower while it lasts.

The tech said that the scan should be read within 24 hours and I should know more either by the end of the day or tomorrow. I'm curious to know if my doc will hold the results until he has a chance to review or if they'll be automatically released like with the CT.

And with that- TTFN.