My Radioactive Day

Well I went in for my PET scan last Thursday. First we show up at my usual radiologist's office, only to find out that they didn't do that type of scan. Long story, but the nurse asked me which location I wanted to go, and I chose my usual, well she didn't tell me that they didn't do that scan. Whatever.
So.... Bryan halls ass across town to the med center. We make it there but have to wait a while. Being in there was a humbling experience. Mind you this whole building housed all the offices that specializes in cancer so the waiting room was full of people who were noticeably sick. It was very sad to see and I just silently prayed that I would not ever be one of them.
They call me back and tell me that it will be about 1 hour and 45 minutes. Then I go to a small room. It was a nice room, a leather recliner with nice shelves, candles, and pictures that would want on my own walls at home. I guess it's supposed to look home-y. The radiologist must have seen me in my frigid state and gets me warmed blankets. Then he hooks me up to an IV and goes over the procedure and tells me that I can't be around my children for 24 hrs or breastfeed for 48 hrs. I knew that.
He goes to get the radioactive dye, and he brings back this contraption of a syringe encased in a heavy metal container, it looks dangerous. I am now terrified that this crap is going to be pumping through my veins in a minute. He hooks it up and fills me up with radioactive goodness. I could taste the crap in my mouth too, so gross.
Then I am left to wait alone in my little mock living room (it needed a tv though) to wait in silence. I asked if Bryan could come back with me and he said no cause it wasn't safe. But safe enough to fill me up with huh?
I just sit there and read a magazine. The night before was terrible, Rylen didn't sleep well and I had to be up at 6 so I was tired. I dimmed the lights and fell asleep. That made the hour go by faster. Then the radiologist comes back in giving me way too much information for me to process as I just woke up. He takes me to the dressing room where I change into my gown and put on some paper short...nice huh? Then I head back to the scan room.
I lay on the table and he tells me to be sure to keep my head still. I slide into the machine which thankfully looks like a CT scan but longer, but not as long as an MRI. Does that make sense? I start to hear the whooshing sound of the machine booting up, and I lay as still as can be trying not to stare at the little laser labeled "DO NOT STARE". The whooshing is putting me back to sleep now. But instead of drifting off I chose to pray. Just praying that there isn't anything in my body that I cannot fight off. After scanning me from head to toe in about 25 minutes, it's over.
I meet up with Bryan in the waiting room where I thought that I'd find him asleep. We leave and I have the biggest caffeine headache ever and I'm starving cause I had to fast. The whole day I missed my kids. The big kids were probably having too much fun to notice I was gone. But I worried about Rylen. I knew my RyRy was eating well at grandmas but I wanted to give him my milk.
After 48 hours of formula only, he's back on track and nursing like a champ.
As for the results of the PET scan, I don't think I'll get the full report until my follow up in August. I'm trying to get it moved up so I can know faster though. I believe I am supposed to meet with an oncologist as well. I need to call my gastro to see if I'm still supposed to be doing that.
Till then I wait again!