|Stop breathing... ... ...ok, breathe away
||[Sep. 5th, 2008|12:56 pm]
I think I understand why the word "cat" is associated with the scan. In the middle of the day you're required to lie on your back motionless with your paws up and wish you were protected from the draft by having more fur on your bare shoulders.|
Handing in my referral as I arrived, I was informed that the procedure would take about 15 minutes and to remove my shirt, and lie on the platform (bench, table, whatever it's called - that "flat thing there"). At the moments when the "photographs" (whatever) are taken the radiographer(?) would instruct me via the intercom to cease breathing until told to resume (no wisecracks, please :P )
I checked my watch just before and after the procedure and it was actually completed in 10 minutes, yet felt like 30.
I kept my eyes closed nearly the whole time, which was probably unnecessary and made me feel sleepy. The machine gave me the cold shoulder (litterally) from the draft caused by its air cooling system.
Every few minutes I would hear a click and static hiss from the intercom system and the radiographer(?) instructed me then to "Stop breathing." Easier said than done because the platform's movements were not smooth as I'd expected by almost as jerky as a Cityrail S-class. Each unexpected movement pushed the precious air out of my lungs. Then a few moments later I would be told "Ok, breathe away" and I'd grab a much desired deep inhale. The first few instances of this caught me on the exhale phase. Gradually I became conditioned to notice the click from the intercom and time my breath, however I found that having full lungs was more awkward because of the platform movements.
I tried to entertain myself by imaginging what a cat-scan would look like with a foxaroo as the subject, and I envisaged a hammock arrangement in order to cope with the tail. Ultimately though my mind drifted and inexplicably I perceived myself as a male Bowman's Wolf being examined for defects.
When wall was done and I was set free I groggily strode out of the medical centre, adjusting my senses to the surroundings.
...and that was just the examination. I've no idea what conclusions are expected to be drawn, or treatment(s) recommended.