The scans I have are of thorax, abdomen and pelvis, so I
have to strip down to my underwear (which can include a T shirt as long as it’s
plain) before donning a regulation hospital gown and taking my place in the
inner waiting area. But here’s the rub: I’m also told to leave my shoes and
socks on.
So there I am, sitting on a chair with a few other suitably
gowned people, while my bare legs stick out below the bottom of the gown and
culminate in a pair of shoes and socks. Not exactly suave, you must admit. It
looks gauche, inelegant, patently absurd, and makes me feel really silly. So
who says you have to stop being image conscious just because you’ve grown old
and ugly and are about to have your insides photographed?
(The other thing that bothers me is that the contrast dye
they inject you with can cause anaphylactic shock, but I only have Dr House’s
word for that so I choose to ignore it.)
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