It went fine. I mean, as fine as being injected with radioactive crazy material, laying in a dark room for an hour with nothing to do, and then laying in a scanner for 25 minutes. Oh yeah, and being freaking hungry. It is so much easier to do a test earlier in the morning.
And hey, anyone know why they won't let me listen to music while I'm waiting for the radiation juice to travel around my body? I should have asked the tech.
Oh and why must the chair you have to sit in be so uncomfortable?
Anyhoo, now more waiting.
How am I doing? Better. Really. I can talk about all this shit now without crying (most of the time). It's sinking in, I'm getting ready to deal with it. Not that I *want* to deal with it, but you know. You gotta do what you gotta do.
And maybe the prozac is kicking in and helping me to feel more zen about things.
At any rate, I'm hanging in there. Hopefully the doc has a master plan for us next week!