
Not many people have ever had a CT scan and believe me, you don’t want one. It all started right as I walked through the hospital door, those feelings of coldness and being alone. (At least that’s how I feel whenever I go into a hospital) It doesn’t get any better as I check in with the CT department. I’m standing there all naive and vulnerable as a lady stares at me with a blank look intended to mean “hurry up, what are you here for, you’re wasting my time”. Next, I sit in a cold, jam packed waiting room with stress and anxiety building up. I’m wondering what it’s like in there and if it’s going to hurt…then, all of a sudden I hear my name called; and, it’s as if time stops; all I can feel are my legs shaking and my heart pounding as I walk down a hall that seems to be the longest journey of my entire life to date. I follow a lady who seems to be nice but I’m sure she must be evil for putting me through all this. As I enter the room I hear her ask me to remove all my jewellery which means I need to remove 13 piercings. My own entire fault I’m sure, yet this doesn’t make my life any easier. I’m instructed to take off my sweater before I lie on a cold hard “bed”. Now is when I feel more scared than ever. Not because I’m lying on a cold bed but because everyone just left the room with my lying there, strapped to a bed. Next, the bed starts moving and I hear loud noises that I’ve never heard before. I do remember her telling me that the test would only take 5 minutes but at this point I’m sure I have already been in there for at least 10. I can hear myself counting. Why, I’m not entirely sure. I think I’m just trying to pass time. I lie there wondering if it’s ever going to stop and if anyone is ever going to come back in the room. The noises are driving me crazy, the bed won’t stop moving, I can’t take it anymore. Then, it stops. No more movement, no more sounds. I hear the door open, and there she is. She came back. Finally she unstraps me and I get off that cold hard thing they referred to as a bed. I put all my jewellery back on and I leave. I call my mom and she says “how was the CT scan?” My reply, “awesome!” Why didn’t I tell her how horrible it was? Why didn’t I tell her that it was the scariest thing that I had ever gone through? Well, when I looked at my watch, I realized I was in the room for approximately 4 minutes, I’m still alive, and I’m in no pain what so ever. I guess what it all comes down to is that we are all scared of the unknown but if we just relax, breathe, and tell ourselves that it will be okay, it will be.
