...of not even with 2 spoons full of sugar!

At the second scan, the level showed to be at 77. The doctor questioned me about my water intake and bowel movement. I let her know that I began to feel nauseous from so much water in such a short period of time but I was on my second pitcher and had not had a bowel movement yet. She told me that I had to just deal with the nausea and drink more water because the level was not going down fast enough. She wished me a goodnight and stated that she’d be back in the morning for another scan and she would like for the level to be at or below 45. So, I drank, ate, showered 2x, read and channel surfed again throughout the night.

In between the showers, I had to ask the nurses for more sheets because I had begun to sweat. I also requested more pajamas and towels. The requested items were carefully placed in the transfer closet. I hated retrieving my meals, toiletries, linens and everything else I needed through that thing. It was just so impersonal. It just wasn’t right! I felt very isolated. The days in the hospital and first two days after being released opened my mind to the importance of human contact. I am careful about saying that I need some “alone time” now!

With the delivery of breakfast in the morning, a third scan took place.

Level 62.

Disappointed, Doctor “Nuclear Med” said she’d do another scan at noon and if she is not satisfied w/the level, she would prescribe Magnesium to provoke a bowel movement, (I still had not had one yet). She informed me that the Magnesium increases queasiness and sometimes it also provoked vomiting. More nausea and the likelihood of vomiting was not an option for me! I drank water, more water, more water, and even more water until I felt as if I could be used as a buoy! Constantly urinating, seriously like every 2.876 minutes, I decided to camp out in the bathroom. When I was scanned again, the level had only reached to 58!

Aaahhhhh! Noooooo! Pleeeeease!

Heavily sighing with slight eye rolling, the doctor left the room. Her frustration confused me because I thought that I was the radioactive, isolated, buoy bobbing, and near depend-wearing person! “What she so mad about?” Upon her return, she handed me a brown bottle labeled Magnesium and the instructions and left the room with her voice trailing, “I’ll be back at 1645.”

“Laziness brings on deep sleep, and the shiftless man goes hungry.” Proverbs 19:15 NIV