mrmuller

Alright, I guess it's time for a little update. Wednesday I went to the hospital for my abdominal/pelvic catscan. Of course it was raining, which is always a good sign. I get there and find the room pretty easy, only because I've had a catscan there before. But this time they spring the barium drink on me. I didn't know they had you drink barium for a CT, I thought that was only for an Upper GI. Of course it's a different kind of barium, it's thinner. So I'm sitting there drinking my fucking liter of barium, and if you've never had a barium swallow, or drink, or whatever it's called, it kinda tastes like bad... fake milk, with the same sort of consistency. Then I went in and the mafia CT machine operator, with his giant gold watch and necklace, set me up in the machine. I recognized him because he did my last catscan. They also have to inject dye into your blood for your kidneys, liver, and whatever else, which I expected. Anyway, they ran me through, and the dye made me feel a little warm, and put a funny taste in my mouth, as they said it would. When I was done, I thanked the guy and shuffled off. So on my way home, in the rain, the barium reached the end of the line, and I had to stop at my grandfathers house to use the bathroom. I ended up staying there for about half an hour and talked to my grandfather, mostly about his past CTs and other such experiences. Then I took off, but not after using the bathroom one more time.

I won't find out how I'm going to die till Monday. I assume if something's wrong my doctor will call me. That's my life folks.