About this morning's MRI:
It was the single most unpleasant experience of my life.
Jane, they had previously told me I had an option of being put under (they do that for folks with severe claustrophobia). As interesting as that idea was (and I would have needed someone with me for that), I figured I had no reason to be too concerned.
Flat on my back. Ear phones to reduce noise placed on my head. And then some other big thingy placed over my head locking it into position and pressing against my chin. There was an oval viewing hole over which they placed something...and that gave me videos of ocean and water scenes. Music played that wasn't particularly helpful given the noise and the absolute stillness I had to endure. I concentrated on my breathing and counted how many times the machine told me about the "next test will last three minutes". When it got to 28 minutes, I was happily removed from the machine. They had attempted to inject some material into my body via IV to help with the scan readings, but it didn't take. That spared me an additional 17 minutes of testing.
I was told they could read the results of what they took, and that was that.
I left feeling a bit weird. Drove to Sam's Club and did minor shopping. Drove home, stopped off at the "Chikin Place" (that IS the spelling) and got an 8-piece variety of fried chicken, a side of slaw. Went to the post office, and then drove to my house.
It was while I was sitting and unwinding, and eating a few pieces of chicken, that I completely succumbed to the overwhelming stress that I had been unaware of. I got into my bed and slept for three hours.
Am feeling much better now, thanks. Any doctor who says "MRI" to me in future will be treated to a horse laugh. If it's considered life-or-death, they will have to knock me out for it.
