Post by colormist on Mar 26, 2015 16:32:50 GMT -5
I went to get a HIDA scan yesterday. They put radiation tracers in my blood to light up my organs so they can see what's going on inside, then they gave me a drug to make my gallbladder produce bile. The only uncomfortable part was getting poked in the arm and having to lay still for three hours while staring at the ceiling. I mean, they could at least turn on a radio. They said I could sleep, but it was in a large, bright room full of people talking loudly and I think there was a fridge with an ice maker by my machine. This test also reminded me that I have an intense fear of being crushed by large objects very slowly--as they slowly raised my bed until the scanner was inches from my chest. If I had sneezed while in that machine, I would have surely gave myself a concussion or a bloody nose. It appeared as if the many people before me in that machine had taken to gnawing on it in frustration.
After an hour of staring at the ceiling tiles and trying to decide if the pattern in them was random or organized, a nurse popped by to added the drug to my IV that would make my gallbladder contract. I didn't ask about what was in the drug, because I had already shared this information with my doctor two weeks ago and had also written in detail the sugars that was not okay on the form they gave me when I signed in.
A few minutes after she injects the drug, I hear someone talking behind me.
"Yes, I just read this chart and it says, 'liver does not process fructose and sucrose--causes coma' so, I talked to the pharmacist and they're not certain if there is any fructose in this. They said there might be trace amounts used as a binding agent... Yes. Okay. Thanks."
She looks really nervous as she leans over me to talk about the medicine and sugars that might be in it. I inform her of the amounts that can cause an issue and reassure her that anything under 100mg should be okay. She still seemed concerned, so I let her know that I will definitely inform her if I start to feel nauseated.
"Oh, so you feel nauseated? That happens first?"
"Yes, that typically happens first."
You know, sometimes I feel bad for listing the worst thing that can happen if I'm forced to process fructose, but other times, I'm like, "no, this isn't okay. They need to be as concerned about this as I am."
I was fine. Apparently the binding agent was either dextrose or glucose. Honestly, the nurse should have checked my medical record BEFORE giving me an injection. Hopefully she learned her lesson.
After an hour of staring at the ceiling tiles and trying to decide if the pattern in them was random or organized, a nurse popped by to added the drug to my IV that would make my gallbladder contract. I didn't ask about what was in the drug, because I had already shared this information with my doctor two weeks ago and had also written in detail the sugars that was not okay on the form they gave me when I signed in.
A few minutes after she injects the drug, I hear someone talking behind me.
"Yes, I just read this chart and it says, 'liver does not process fructose and sucrose--causes coma' so, I talked to the pharmacist and they're not certain if there is any fructose in this. They said there might be trace amounts used as a binding agent... Yes. Okay. Thanks."
She looks really nervous as she leans over me to talk about the medicine and sugars that might be in it. I inform her of the amounts that can cause an issue and reassure her that anything under 100mg should be okay. She still seemed concerned, so I let her know that I will definitely inform her if I start to feel nauseated.
"Oh, so you feel nauseated? That happens first?"
"Yes, that typically happens first."
You know, sometimes I feel bad for listing the worst thing that can happen if I'm forced to process fructose, but other times, I'm like, "no, this isn't okay. They need to be as concerned about this as I am."
I was fine. Apparently the binding agent was either dextrose or glucose. Honestly, the nurse should have checked my medical record BEFORE giving me an injection. Hopefully she learned her lesson.