Mmm, isotopes
I’m writing about celibacy so maybe it’s appropriate that I’m fasting. Today is the day. The day they put me in the giant xerox machines and find out what’s going on with my lymphs to see how the chemo has worked, or not. The PET scan shows the actual metabolism and existence of the boogeymen cells; the CT scan shows the shapes of organs and masses. I’ll have both today. And both require the ingestion of radioactive substance. I can drink isotopes today, but I can’t eat food.
The last time I did this I didn’t know. For the CT scan there was a woman sitting next to me with an alligator belt buckle, an elephant ring and various other animals hidden in her outfit. I complimented one of them and she said she loved all things animal. Then I had to drink five glasses of nuclear lemonade, poured by the receptionist from a large plastic pitcher. We would all go up to the desk with out oversized dixie cups for refills, then return to our seats and chug the awful stuff. One guy couldn’t do it. He was really sick and couldn’t get past the first cup. I’m not sure what they do when that happens.
We’ll see if it’s the same this time.
Anyway, that’s it for now, I have to get back to reading about abstaining while I try not to think about how hungry I am. And, of course, how this will all turn out.
Peace.
