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TLDR: Nothing happened, it didn’t matter. You may recall that some weeks ago I was referred for an angiogram after “failing” one of my routine cardiology checks. After much fretting and soul-searching I’d girded my (padded) loins and decided to head off to our local hospital (where the procedure was to take place) wearing a nappy, eschewing my usual practice of squibbing out and finding an old/embarrassing pair of underpants. As it turns out, wearing a nappy to a CT Angiogram is a complete non-event. This is the lesson of the week and possibly the only useful fact provided by this update 🤣 It was at best kind of a nappy. I wore a Tena pro-skin pull-up under sober black compression pants. The idea here was that firstly, it might withstand a casual glance without revealing its true identity (kind of like Clark Kent but for underwear) and secondly, if I had to remove-and-replace everything, I could non-destructively do so. As it happens I wasted a pull-up. I could have used a proper tape-on nappy and plastic pants and nothing would have happened. I believe I’d confused the MRI scanner with the simpler orbital x-ray device used in computed tomography. The former involves ridiculously strong magnetic fields with massive associated ferro-magnetic risk mitigated by all sorts of stripping. The latter involves removing my shirt to allow ECG leads to be fitted. Even this was only to enable the CT scanner to “pace” its image capture with where my heart was in its beating cycle: kind of like freeze frame but for live meat. Even the intra-venous cannula was inserted into a vein at my inner elbow and not, as I had somehow conflated with my numerous cath-lab procedures, a vein at my inner thigh. “You may feel like you’re wetting your pants” the technician warned me as she loaded up the iodline-based contrast dye syringe ready for injection during the x-ray scan. I suppose I could have told her that I had dressed for just such an occasion but discretion prevailed. She’s right though. I have the iodine contrast infusion before so I knew what to expect. You might imagine that iodine introduced into a vein would take some period of time to work its way around the body but in fact it only takes a few seconds. Apart from the distinctive metallic taste that mysteriously appears in ones mouth, a rather startling burst of warmth appears at your groin. This is to do with blood vessel dilation and a resultant rush of warm blood to the vessels below the skin there. To a seasoned, veteran pants-wetter such as myself I could tell that the physical sensations did not fully align with having a pee in your pants but I could see how a nervous patient might panic. There are some similarities. I was in fact dry. Apart from the fact that I didn’t really trust my pull up, one of the laundry list of “prerequisites” for this test was fasting for 2 hours prior. Since I arrived at 8am, I’d had nothing to eat or drink and was slightly dehydrated. This had also afforded the health care professional attempting to cannulate me the opportunity to “tut tut” and dig around in my arm with a needle for a while trying to find a shrivelled vein. And so the test ensued: laying flat on a motorised table being repeatedly remote-control inserted into and out-of the hole of a giant plastic-and-metal doughnut whilst a robotic voice told me to hold my breath or breath. The brief flush of pants-wetting-and-iron-filings-taste sensations and we were done. In any case, after the mandatory “let’s wait a bit to see if he keels over” came the similarly mandatory “can we please have your credit card” and I was on my way. Fun fact: I’m never truly dry even when I think I am. There always seems to be a small damp patch at “ground zero”. I’ve no idea when it happens. It’s never more than a few drops or a teaspoon but some kind of leakage is going on. I’d never need a nappy for it. A tiny pad would suffice but it’s an odd thing. I wet my pull up properly on the way home due to a sudden bout of urgency. There wasn’t really much pee and so it held ok which was good news for my new car’s seat. I changed out of it into something more substantial when I got back home. Nothing about the soggy sensations from my nether regions had me confident in its ability to withstand further usage. And the angiogram results? No cardiac land mine is presently embedded in my chest (there was a 2% chance that I would not be allowed to stand up from the scan table, instead to be trollied through the tunnel under the road to the large teaching hospital to which the radiology clinic was attached). The artefacts observed that triggered this scan remain one of the mysteries of a heart that has been messed around with a few too many times by surgeons. In the absence of any spectacular symptoms, the strategy going forward is one of watchful waiting. Anyway, zero nappy bravery points for this exercise. -
Magda : I didn’t understand the whole sentence but noticed the change in her attitude. She apparently agreed to the diaper idea and asked me about diapers. “Oui, J’ai” I nodded and assembled a short and simple sentence and left for the pantry where I had put them. Fortunately, nobody noticed me, even if I knew it would be hard to hide the diapers sooner or later. I also suspected Milan knew about her accidents already. I returned to the guest room and passed the diapers to her. I wasn’t sure if she would allow me to assist. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
Very True! Lincoln (My favorite venue out here. Got to see Kotton Mouth Kings, Stitched Up Heart, Drowning Pool, etc... there.) -
By le Hollandais · Posted
I'll have to try 'em. Not much of a pop drinker, but once in a while...you know. -
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