It is scheduled for a Saturday afternoon at 4:00.
I have 3 children home on a Saturday.
My husband needs to babysit while I have my CT but
I am frightened to drive to the hospital.
This is about a 25 minute drive on the freeway.
Take my chances.
Smash cut to me VERY patiently waiting with my
hospital gown on in the radiology waiting room.
I have noticed that my patience with anybody in the
medical field that could possibly help me in someway
Take as long as you Sister.
I get walked in to the enormous CT scan machine.
It’s beautiful matte finish with the words SIEMENS
etched just above the opening.
“Just lay back and relax.”
My head was placed between two boards with foam
padding for comfort.
Okay, this isn’t too bad.
A plastic crate/face cover was place over my entire
The shadows of tic tac toe were cast above by a
bright light shining in my face.
Okay, now I want out.
“This is to hold you head in place and help me with
“Are you ready?”
I am slowly pushed in just past my shoulders.
“Hold VERY still.”
After a series of strange noises, I was done.
The tech was really nice to me.
I thought to myself, he must have seen something on
the computer screen.
What if he saw a brain tumor?
Now I must wait a week for the radiologists to read
the scan and send a full report to my ENT.
At this point, I am having 1 sometimes 2 HORRIFIC
attacks per day.
I cannot wait to get this show on the road.
Hurry up Mr. Radiologist, hurry the hell up!
I get a phone call from my ENT 3 days later on a Wed
“Hello Mrs. Ahlea, this is Dr. Wong.”
“Your CT scan results came
back.”………………………..Drum Roll Please
“What’s up Doc?”
“This means that there was no concrete evidence of
SSCD, just some small areas of suspicion.”
“So what do I do?”
“Well nothing really. At this point we would not do
anything to treat this.” If you do have SSCD, it’s not
bad enough to
treat with surgery.”
I started to cry.
Back to square one.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
My ENT said she was sorry that she couldn’t help me.
OMG, I want to die.
I have to find an answer.
Every single moment of my life is lived in constant
fear of an attack.
This is no way to live. No quality of life.
Here comes the fun part.