Monday, July 12, 2004

 

Perspiration

Should i tell you how lousy it is to get your abdomen scanned?

I guess this will be the worst things I hate, next to puking in hairpin bends on the road to the Nilgiris into polythene packets smelling of old oil and salty snacks.

It is always so that i end up drinking more water than my poor bladder can hold. By the time we drive to the lab (which of course is anything but a smooth ride) i am half dead and willing to let go of all my earthly belongings just to be allowed to ease myself.

Scans are a good thing, especially when you discover that your sister-in-law will deliver twins, or that you find out about this abnormal bulge in the lower abdomen threatening to turn cancerous and you save somebody's life.

They have so many names for it but all they do is to cause some of that sticky goo to "plirch" on to you and stick a cold knob across your tummy ( and sometimes into you) and feel the follicle or the abdomen or the bilateral posterior or the unilateral anterior....or the clinical this and the pathological that...

Some of them who perform this whole phenomenon are well trained Technicians others doctors and a few frustrated nurses. If you are out of luck you end up with the third kind and you are treated a little better than a rabid dog in the government veterinary hospital

You feel like you have a Brooke inside of you and you sometimes can hear it gurgle while you're waiting on that endless queue at the lab and the power fails and you have to wait for a whole hour before you are done and can ease yourself...You passout and the next thing you know is that you are back home collected and placed on the WC. Your legs are sore and wet from the very many hours you ve been sitting there....












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