So today hasn’t been fun…
Nails-in-the-eyes headache? Check.
Intestine-twisting nausea? Check.
Disgusting metallic taste in my mouth? Check.
That’s the play-by-play for how my afternoon went.
This morning, I went to the hospital for a CT scan of my abdomen. As part of the process, I got injected with a colorant dye through an IV. It was warm going in, as the tech said it would be; it was an odd sensation, feeling the warm liquid slide the length of my body. I sat for 20 minutes after it went in, waiting for it to wind its way through my bloodstream and get where it needed to be.
After it had completed its trip, I slid through the spinning toroid of the scanner; it was a bizarre sensation. A computerized voice told me when to breathe, then instructed me to hold my breath for 15 seconds at a time while the scanner powered up and did its thing. Two initial scans before the dye injections; one final, longer scan for the main event. It was an odd sensation; the scanner was mostly contained in a metal shell, but there were two openings where I could see the toroid spinning inside as I passed under. It reminded me of the space travel device from “Contact.”
Afterward, I had a pair of x-rays and was sent on my way. I went home, ate some breakfast since I couldn’t eat before the CT scan, then changed clothes and went to work. I got to the office around 9:30.
About an hour and a half later, the headache started. It was pretty mild; just enough to be annoying. I got a call about the same time for the University’s licensing brand manager, who was in town visiting with one of our vendors, to meet for lunch. I met up with him at 11:30. By noon, the headache was significantly worse, and by around 12:15 the nausea started to set in. At 12:30, I bailed on the tour of our new event center that I had scheduled with our rep, and around 12:45 I felt like I was seconds away from throwing up all over the inside of his shiny, silver rental Nissan Altima.
I went home as fast as I could, drank a big glass of water, hovered in the bathroom until the sense of impending vomiting subsided, laid down on my bed and fell asleep. I woke up at 1:45 and called work to tell them I wouldn’t be back, then fell asleep again until 3. When I woke up that second time, the tinny, metallic taste had settled into my mouth. I was able to mostly defeat it with a banana and several gallons of water, but even now, almost 12 hours after the scan, it’s still lingering in the back of my throat and on my tongue. It hasn’t been pleasant.
No calls from the clinic today, so hopefully that means this whole silly ordeal was for naught and the scans didn’t turn up anything of note. I’ll know for sure one way or the other during my followup appointment on Oct. 12. Not lucking forward to that either.