Getting Through the MRI

I got through the MRI quite well. After giving the radiology tech my medical history, I changed into hospital clothing and went into the MRI room.

It was a living room sized room with an MRI sitting in the middle of it. The MRI itself was only about 6 feet long. My mood instantly improved.

“It’s so SMALL compared to the one I had years ago!”, I said.

“Yes,” said the radio tech, “the newer ones aren’t so large.”

So I got my IV tube inserted and went into the MRI, so that only my head to my waist was inside. I closed my eyes after I got situated on the table, so I had no overly terrible feeling of being inside even a short tube. I had a comfy pillow to put my head on, and headphones with music from 100.7 playing, not that I could hear it above the sound of the MRI’s clunking.

When I was left with only the loud clunking, I had to play some mind games. I imagined that I was in a tanning bed (something I don’t use anymore). With my headphones on, it was easy to imagine. I started thinking about the last good times I had with my grandparents. I tried counting backwards from 1000 in threes, but seeing as I can’t do math in my head, I just did one number at a time. 🙂

Just when I started thinking, “Dang! This is taking too long!”, it was over.

I was only there for an hour. 1/2 of that time, I was inside the MRI. The rest of the time, I was giving medical history, changing clothes, or getting an IV.

Cake.

On the way to work, I was starving, since I was too worried to eat breakfast. I stopped at Scooters and got a Peach/Pear Plus Smoothie. Yum.