To be precise - I hate ct scans. Today I had a follow-up ct scan since "they" found a spot on my kidney last year. To my credit, I was a strong advocate for myself, insisting that the iv be placed in my hand. That's always where it ends up anyway, but usually they first tear through my arm before starting on my hands.
So good for me for insisting on my hands. Didn't do much good, however. The right hand was a dismal failure even after multiple sticks, digging around with the needle, then puffing my hand up with saline as she tested to see if the needle was in the vein.
Left hand worked better but it still hurt like crap.
I finally realized, however, that what I really hated about the whole experience was being in that ct machine itself. There was so much waiting and with my arms above my head (and hands hurting) I felt very out of control. Even scared.
It really made me empathize with those going through chronic illness. I don't know what I'd do if I ever had to deal with that myself. Guess I'd have to pull the ol' disassociation skills out of storage and dust them off. To those of you who are dealing with constant medical care or have loved ones who are - you have all my respect and tons of prayers from me.