Hello, Dearies.
Today was the day to go to the hospital for all of my cardiac testing for transplant. I have to do this every year, and every year I work myself up into quite the hot mess beforehand, because I know what's coming.
Have you ever had a chemical stress test/Lexiscan? Instead of running on a treadmill, you sit in a chair all hooked up to the machine, and they inject a vaso-dilator into you that makes you think you're dying, having a heart attack, stroke, and going to throw up all over your old lady sweatshirt until they give you an antidote.
Fun stuff,
Then...after they give you a Rice Krispy treat and a diet Sprite (as if THAT'S going to make it all better), they make you sit in a waiting room full of sick people before hauling you across the haul and then stuffing you into a scanner that very closely resembles a weapon of mass destruction....but is not.
And then the nuclear scientist named Steve starts hitting buttons and cranks and levers and whatnot and you suddenly find yourself strapped to a table with your arms above your head, Katy Perry singing in your ear, and pitiful hot salty panic attack tears rolling out of your eyeballs and into your ears.
But it's done, and I don't need to worry about it until next year...and never again if I find my kidney. And...knowing that all is well with my heart and lungs is definitely worth a few moments of discomfort, so I'm going to shut up now and get back to my damn good and some stitching.
What are you doing today?