Had a CT this morning. As she always does, my neighbour took me. She was even able to get my knee scooter into the trunk rather than having to grab one of those awful wheelchairs from the hospital.

The contrast dye IV went in on the first try. This time they scanned my trunk like usual, but they also scanned my brain.

Scanxiety wasn’t as bad this time except not being able to sleep last night. Now I get to wait for the results. Hopefully I’ll get a phone call early next week. I won’t be able to see the results myself until next Thursday or Friday. And if the above doesn’t happen, I have a phone appointment with my MO on the 28th.

As anxious as I am to get results, the hope meter has changed for me. Instead of hoping for no activity, I now hope for small changes.