Lately it’s been my turn to be the patient. I’m being “worked up” for a problem with my kidneys. The most recent step in this process was getting a CT scan of my kidneys, ureters, and bladder – aka CT KUB – or CT abd/pelvis – all the same thing really. I’ve never had a CT scan before so I was incredibly anxious about having the contrast dye injected through an IV, and lying on a stretcher being pushed in and out of a giant whirring machine. Luckily my friends reassured me (thank you Facebook friends!) that everything would be fine.
I was sent to an imaging center specifically designed for people with urinary/kidney problems, soooo that meant as I sat in the waiting room – one by one – older, gray-haired men filed in. They probably wondered “What is this little girl doing here??” One man was having a PSA level drawn (prostate-specific antigen which is elevated in prostate cancer), and another man was having some kind of injection.
Then it was my turn.
Luckily, the technician was excellent and described every step of the process. He explained that the contrast dye would make me feel flushed and very warm, and that I would feel like I was peeing on myself (great). His voice was calm, and he was obviously very experienced. He put me at ease – a true professional.
So now I wait – again. Next week I’ll find out the results of all the testing that’s been done over the last 2 months – a long, drawn out process that I suspect will amount to nothing. But that’s just my cynical nurse voice talking – I fear that I will be told the results are inconclusive, or that I’ll need more tests, or worse yet – “All of these things are just normal variants.” And I will wait for the bills in the mail.