Hotpocket

There is the proverbial hotpocket being shoved into the microwave. The first huge donut machine is the CT Scan (said "cat scan"), the second donut hidden behind it is the PET Scan. The CT Scan is used to "plot" my body; it uses x-rays and is very quick. The PET Scan takes about 30-40 minutes because it has to sit in one place for a while picking up the positrons being emitted from whatever hotpocket is in there. They found that I am a delicious ham 'n cheese pocket, and I have runny goo in my hip that tastes delicious when sprinkled with rituxin and sodium-chloride.

Before the scan, they set up an IV in my arm. Of course they had to mess up on my left hand, then stick me again on the right hand. Then they brought in a shiny, silver, metal box about 1 foot by 4 inches with a black handle on top. Inside the box was the "isotope" they were going to inject into me. I think that the "isotope" was connected to the glucose. They squirted the contents of the mysterious box into my vein, which is no stranger to ridiculous foreign substances. Then I waited for an hour reclined on a chair without moving while the isotope went throughout my body.

Tomorrow I should know a little something from the scan.