By the time you read this, I will have had my first x-rays in about six years. This appointment was made a few weeks ago and has nothing whatever to do with the cold i'm snuffling through.
They're going to be scanning my tummy, which means I can't eat or drink anything for 12 hours before. I'll be asleep through most of that, so no problem.
I'm not exactly worried about this. The worst I expect them to find is that I have a lousy diet and I need to start eating better.
The part that worries me is my lack of worry. I worry that the fact that I am unconcerned about this could be ironic foreshadowing.
Hence this. I've always been fascinated by the totally gross anatomical posters that hang in every doctor's office. They alternate between polite reminders and outright scare tactics, depending on organs and drug companies involved. That, and they depict a person so FUBARed that not even House could save them.
Disgusting, alarming, fascinating, and yet somehow ultimately reassuring... pretty much sums up my feelings towards medicine.