I'm glowing

The word “nuclear” usually tends to conjure up thoughts of Hiroshima, mushroom clouds, and all around malady. So why is it I am able to sit calmly while being injected with radioactive material? Well, not totally calm. Some shadow of horror must have crossed over my face upon seeing the small locked metal (lead?) box with the familiar radioactive symbol carefully displayed on the side being opened with the purpose of injecting the contents into me, for it was enough to give the technician pause and ask if I was OK? OK? OK? As images from the movie K-19 Widow Maker threaten to suffocate me, I simply pretend I’m Sidney Briscoe & reply, “Oh yes, I’m fine.” Of course, this imaginative scenario must end here otherwise I’m required to flip out of my chair, kick box the technician, download time sensitive data from computers to my right, rescue my one true love faithfully by my side, and escape unnoticed out the obscure exit door at the end of the hallway. Whew! Actually, I was fine. I’ve always been mesmerized by the medical field and I was really fascinated by the whole thing. Isn’t it amazing to live with such incredible technology? I’m not sure how long this testing has been around, but could people in the 1940’s actually imagine a day when you would want (well want isn’t exactly the right word, since to have the test you must first be having a medical problem which requires the test in the first place, and no one really wants to be sick…anyway) radioactive material injected into you for the purpose of medical diagnostics? So what’s all the drama about? That small, seemingly insignificant organ, the gall bladder; of which I am becoming all too familiar.

Oh the fat that makes you contract,
butter, nuts, eggs, and cheese!
Why must you demand a life style change!
Must I submit to a surgeon’s knife,
for simply enjoying the pleasures of life?

Oh yeah, the drama continues……