PET Sounds

Errr, scans, rather.

The Amazing Bob has a PET scan very early this morning. In fact we’ll leave the house shortly—before that damn lazy sun has a chance to show it’s glorious visage.

When first told of the PET scan my first words were, of course "why do the docs need to have scans done of Rocco and Coco?" Yeah, yeah *GROAN!* There you are—perfect example of my execrable humor in the face of scary-ass shit.

Poor TAB.

New to me, I needed to google up what the hell this test's all about.

From Wikipedia:

Positron emission tomography (PET)[1] is a nuclear medicine, functional imaging technique that produces a three-dimensional image of functional processes in the body. The system detects pairs of gamma rays emitted indirectly by a positron-emitting radionuclide (tracer), which is introduced into the body on a biologically active molecule.

Sounds all Star Trek-y, don’t it? Looks like they do this in an MRI-ishy tube. Luckily TAB isn't plagued with claustrophobia like yours truly.

Wouldn’t It Be Nice—Beach Boys