I was scheduled to have my initial MRI vibrant and early on a Saturday morning. It is a great factor they asked me to put on garments with out buttons or zippers. I woke up, sipped a cup of powerful hot coffee (thankful for a compassionate husband), took a fast shower, and threw on a clean pair of jammies. Sweatpants and a t-shirt, really, but at 7:00 AM, I looked like I'd just rolled out of bed, anyway.
"Open MRI" is an fascinating encounter - I nonetheless cannot determine if It really is one of the most comfy healthcare tests I've ever had to endure, or one of the creepiest. I can not essentially comment on the variations in between "open" vs. "closed" MRI; I do not know that it would've produced all that a lot distinction to me, because I am not the least bit claustrophobic.
On the one hand, the table was not so difficult, the technician place a good cushion below my knees to maintain my back comfy, and he placed pads at my ears to hold my head from moving and assist block out the sound. The space was neither too hot, nor too cold. A well-liked radio station supplied a small background noise. All in all, it was comfy.
On the other hand, the MRI does sound a bit like a pile driver on speed and a distant jackhammer, punctuated by the occasional staple gun. Getting that heavy piece of gear hovering over your nose for half an hour does make you wonder, idly, what your head would look like if the issue collapsed. The worst component, although, was the technician's telling me "never swallow."
Never swallow. Now, that is like saying "never believe about pink elephants." All of a sudden swallowing became the one overwhelming obsession of my life. For a couple of minutes, I confused swallowing with breathing, and believed perhaps I should not do either one. Then I wasn't positive if it was attainable to breathe devoid of swallowing. My tongue seemed to be glued to the back of my throat, obstructing my airway. I was conscious of sensations connected to swallowing and the anatomy of my throat that I've do not provided a believed to just before in my life!
For a handful of minutes, appropriate soon after the thumping noises got began, I had this barely controllable urge to laugh. The far more I attempted not to, the tougher it was to include myself. That was undesirable. I attempted to think about, once again, what my head would look like if the machine collapsed upon my nose. Strangely, that only improved my urge to giggle.
Then I was hyper aware of the need to have to pee. Since I'd just toured the facilities a minute prior to hopping onto the table, it had to be a mixture of early-morning coffee and nerves, but I was unable to consider of something but swallowing, laughing, and attempting not to disgrace myself for practically 30 minutes!
Following the tests have been accomplished, I got a good souvenir coffee mug filled with candy. How beautiful! My "glamour shots" would be prepared for specialist evaluation by mid-week. I believed "Gee, possibly if I am fantastic, the orthopedic surgeon will give me a lollipop!"
Holly Jahangiri is a expert writer who claims, tongue-in-cheek, to channel the spirits of Edgar Allan Poe, Erma Bombeck, and O. Henry. Holly is an author on Writing.com (http://www.Writing.Com/). For much more data, check out her weblog, "Do I Have to Spell It Out?" at http://jahangiri.us/weblog.
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