We haven’t yet had Thanksgiving here yet; that happens tomorrow. I’m trying not to eat today, in preparation, which is a great plan except that I keep getting hungry.
So while all of you in the States are figuring out exactly what onedoes with leftover green-bean casserole, let me tell you about a recent event in my life where I felt a lot like what maybe a slice of bread feels like in a toaster.
Yes, that’s right. I went for an MRI. And it went sort of like this:
Click. Whirrr. Clicketyclick.
This isn’t so bad. I mean, really. People exaggerate so much. A panic button? The technician gave me a panic button? That’s so silly. It’s..oh wow. The ceiling of this thing is really low. Wow. I’ll just close my eyes. There. That’s better.
clicketyclickety chunkachunkachunkachunkchunkCHUNKACHUNKACHUNK
holy crap that’s loud. Like jackhammers. Good lord really loud, they should warn you about how LOUD IT IS wait just breathe breathe WAIT NOT TOO BIG A BREATH HE SAID DON’T MOVE.
thunkathunkathunkathunka clickclickclick buzzzzzTHUNKPLONKPLONKCLICK
Don’t move? howam I’m NOT SUPPOSED TO MOVE? This thingy around my shoulder is killing me, it’s exactly why I’m here, because my shoulder is so sore and now this thing is digging into–wait. It’s quiet. Is it over– THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK
not over. Oh shit opened my eyes that ceiling is really close, is it getting closer, close my eyes, don’t panic it’s really a very small space, and my feet are going numb I swear they’re going numb don’t move don’t breathe be STILL dammit
clicketywhirrthumpathumpathumpahwacketyclicketythunkthunkthunk
Panic button? no, wait, then I’d just have to start over do NOT push the panic button just breathe but not too much breathe hold still verysmallinhereohshitdoihaveclaustrophobia
whompetywhompetywhompetyclicketyclickety
bing.
Done.
And a good thing, too, because if that exam had last even a minute longer, I’d have been toast.
Heheh. Yup. Pretty much. If I ever have to get one of those again I’m going to ask serious pre-MRI questions about what, if any, sedatives might be safely prescribed beforehand because an angry space-aged sewer pipe is definitely not my happy place.
no sedatives were offered, alas, and I suppose in retrospect, it didn’t last THAT long, but still *shudder* …I love the image of a space-age sewer pipe. That’s perfect.
I got the heebie jeebies just reading this post….. I *am* claustrophobic! Well done for not pushing that panic button… and I hope your shoulder is ok!
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yep – it was much worse than I had thought it would be, actually…it would be so great if something like this would *heal* instead of diagnose, but alas…
I need a panic button just to read about this experience. Ugh. I hope everything is just routine (are MRIs routine) and that you are well. I put the green bean casserole in the trash, but that’s just me. oxoxo
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but i LOVE green-bean casserole…you should have sent it to me!
Oh man, that sounds horrible. I’ve heard all about MRIs but have never had one my self. I hope you got good info to help your shoulder!
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