|Not My Head; Not A CT Scan!|
One of my new local doctors booked me a scan of my head because of my recent, prolonged, period of nauseating headaches.
I've actually been feeling a lot better this last week or so; not 100 per cent, but then I don't think I'm ever going to feel 100 per cent again.
This afternoon I went for the Computed Tomography scan (CT scan) at Maidstone Hospital. Rachel drove; it's only about half-hour from here so no hassle and the wait at the hospital wasn't too long either.
I lay down on a scanning table. One of the nurses fitted a cannula to my arm (remarkably painless compared to past experiences; Rachel and I wonder if that's connected to my Warfarin intake these days... or NHS staff are just better at dealing with patients with tricky veins).
I had a couple of pieces of shaped foam fitted either side of my head (to stop me moving about) then secured across my forehead, before the machine fed me into the scanner.
At this point the staff pumped contrast (dye) through the cannula into my veins.
The machine whirred and did its business for five or ten minutes and then it was all over. It was all so smooth I was almost drifting off when the nurse said the scan had finished.
There was a 20-minute wait afterwards, before a different nurse removed the cannula; presumably to make sure the scanner had got useable images.
Then we went on our merry way back home to our waiting puppy.
The results of the scan should be at my GP's in about two weeks, but she'd only really booked it as a precaution because of my medical history.
To be honest, I'm starting to think the headaches were a combination of posture issues, dehydration and anxiety.
But hopefully now I'll get a definitive answer and things can get back to normal.