December 31st..... Happy New Years Eve to Me!
My husband drove me to the hospital that day to eat my green eggs, okay they weren't really green, but the minute you think radioactive eggs don't you think about green eggs and ham? Or are you a geek and think about the comic books and all the superheros that became super because of the radioactive material that gave them powers. I mean seriously, Peter Parker became Spiderman because he was bit by a radioactive spider. Does this mean I am going to become a superhero???? Okay, off my rant about superheros and showing my geekiness.
My husband and I arrived at the hospital. We were very familiar with the hospital, my endocrinologist was attached to this hospital for several years. My daughter was also born in this hospital. When she was born, I was on bedrest for a month in this hospital, and then she was born 2 1/2 months early. She stayed in the hospital for a little over two months, attached to breathing tubes and monitors. As I said, we were very familiar with this hospital, but we had never been to the Nuclear Medicine Department. I guess there is a first for everything.
So, we checked in to the hospital. We weren't told anything about this test except that it took four hours. We were anticipating that I would be laying in a bed for four hours, like an MRI machine. How wrong we were. When we first entered they made me eat my radioactive eggs and toast. Needless to say, they weren't green. I could eat them and say I was eating green eggs and toast. The eggs tasted horrific, maybe because they were hospital eggs or maybe because there was some radioactive material in them, but I did NOT like them. I had to make an egg and toast sandwich in order to get all the eggs down. Immediately after eating they took the first image...... Then I had to wait in the waiting room for one hour! During that hour I slept, while my husband read multiple outdated magazine articles.
An hour passed and we got to do the same routine again; stand up, take a picture, turn around, take another picture and wait in the waiting room an hour. People came and left, my husband told me there were about six other people that were there during the time I was there to take this four hour test. Once the four hours were over, I had a nice three hour nap, went to the bathroom three times, blew my nose twice. My husband on the other hand read eight outdated magazines (most up to date was from 2015), used his phone to the last breath of his battery and used my phone for entertainment. Once the test was done they told me the time frame of when my doctor would get the waiting game (three days because of the holiday)..... so I got to play the waiting game.
To my surprise the waiting game wasn't that long, it was only two days. On January 2nd, I received a message in my "Health App" for the hospital that I had gastroparesis. My doctor informed me to start the meal immediately and to let him know if the diet change has helped. If after six weeks I am still having issues to connect with him again and he would start me on the only approved medicine for adults for this rare disease.
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