Nuclear stress tests suck
Posted on September 17th, 2012
It goes like this:
- Radioactive dye injected.
- Drink two glasses of water.
- Wait 30 minutes.
- 17 minutes of imaging.
- Get hooked up to a gazillion leads (which when you pull them off will make it look like you have hickeys on your neck, or at least they will if you’re like me and have an allergic reaction to the adhesive). The prep time for this was about 10 minutes.
- Hop on a treadmill.
- Go up the Bruce Protocol chart until you finally hit the target heart rate. (For me, this took about 15 minutes.)
- Get more dye injected.
- Drink two more glasses of water.
- Wait thirty more minutes.
- 14 minutes of imaging.
Now let’s factor in the fact my appointment started at 9. My daughter had to be picked up at 11:30. I was 20 minutes away.
I made it, and only three minutes late, but I hate being late, especially to pick up Pea. (That, it turns out, was the really stressful part of the test.) And I showed up looking like I had giant hickeys on my neck. Classy, yes?
I don’t know when I’ll have any news. Right now I’m just glad the test is over.