dead or alive: donating my body to science
I've made the first cut with qualifying for the Rheos blood pressure trial. I'll have the formal interview tomorrow. I don't know if I'll qualify or not, but I figure if it won't hurt to offer my otherwise useless self up for whatever medical experiments I can. Might as well.
ETA that they called today, so I took my lunch a bit ago. I made the second cut. I'll be hearing from the hospital within a week for the next round of screening. Nice.
ETA yet again that the hospital already called. Heh. They so love me as a candidate. They'll follow up to see if I have the rest of the information to qualify after my tests on Tuesday, but I'm already mostly there. Good to know my stupid-ass health stuff might turn into something all sciencey. :D
In somewhat related and far more alarming news, I finally had a chance to research just what the hell a pharmacologic stress test is. Holy hell. If I tape a picture of Hugh Laurie up in the room and have someone film the procedure, we're talking an instant House ep. Jesus.
See, it's not that they're going to inject me with chemicals designed to stress the hell out of my body so they can gage my reaction. It's more that I tend to have such, er, extreme reactions even when drugs are meant to be helpful. (Yeah, I'm still not okay with clonazepam making me even more lunatic and, you know, repeatedly bleed from my eye. I'm surly that way.) I'd like to know what it is about my present condition that made them decide this route is preferable to the traditional treadmill stress test. All joking aside, my instincts are screaming that this isn't such a hot idea outside of a House ep. As in, if the doctor insists on going this route with the stress test, I'm boarding Mason and Colin and putting certain contingencies in place. Hopefully, I'm just twitchy because it's been a rough few days.
Has anyone else had this version of a stress test? If so, how did it go?
ETA that they called today, so I took my lunch a bit ago. I made the second cut. I'll be hearing from the hospital within a week for the next round of screening. Nice.
ETA yet again that the hospital already called. Heh. They so love me as a candidate. They'll follow up to see if I have the rest of the information to qualify after my tests on Tuesday, but I'm already mostly there. Good to know my stupid-ass health stuff might turn into something all sciencey. :D
In somewhat related and far more alarming news, I finally had a chance to research just what the hell a pharmacologic stress test is. Holy hell. If I tape a picture of Hugh Laurie up in the room and have someone film the procedure, we're talking an instant House ep. Jesus.
See, it's not that they're going to inject me with chemicals designed to stress the hell out of my body so they can gage my reaction. It's more that I tend to have such, er, extreme reactions even when drugs are meant to be helpful. (Yeah, I'm still not okay with clonazepam making me even more lunatic and, you know, repeatedly bleed from my eye. I'm surly that way.) I'd like to know what it is about my present condition that made them decide this route is preferable to the traditional treadmill stress test. All joking aside, my instincts are screaming that this isn't such a hot idea outside of a House ep. As in, if the doctor insists on going this route with the stress test, I'm boarding Mason and Colin and putting certain contingencies in place. Hopefully, I'm just twitchy because it's been a rough few days.
Has anyone else had this version of a stress test? If so, how did it go?