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It's a fucking tube!

Booki - I still miss you all too. I visit every day. I have nearly weaned myself from the forum, but I still adore you all. Thanks for all the kind words. Good to see you g-man, you surely made me smile.

GAK!

The MRI. I'm surprised I'm not checked into the mental ward right now. First they make me show up a half hour early, just to wait another hour on top of that. When I finally ask the clerk how much longer (because sitting there was truly kicking my ass I was in so much pain), she lets it slip that the guy forgot about me. Thanks a fucking lot you assholes.

Good thing I brought some work to wait with. Fuckers.

So then I got in (and no, no pain meds for me, I don't know why, but I was afraid I'd freak out if I was all high and shit), and they tell me to go change.

I try on one of the robes. Ok, I know I'm not a petite flower, but this one was built for a friggin oompa loompa. It was tiny. I had half a tit hanging out and the prized debuchonch was in full view. I peer out the door and ask what the deal was with the kiddie gown? The nurse laughed (she is tall too), and said I could put one on regularly and one the other way; so both cracks were covered. Whew.

Ok, now the last time I had an MRI it wasn't at some crackhouse like this place was. It was one of the newer emergency rooms

[aside]I was putting groceries in the car a few years ago and the wind blew the trunk down right on my forehead. Ouchielikeamofo. I immediately saw stars and reached up and my nose was bleeding. I am glad that no one saw me ... mainly because I didn't want an ambulance, but also because I'm sure I looked like dork surpreme doing that. Turns out I had a severe concussion (and no, Zoe's dad wouldn't take me to the ER cause the Lakers were on), but they wanted to check my neck for any fractures. Thus the MRI. But it was an open one that made no noise.[aside over]

So back to the 1972 MRI machine. It was like a huge paper towel tube. I had to lay down on this skinny rail thing and then was told to hold still and they handed me earplugs. I was like earplugs??

The rail thing then was slowly moved into this claustrophobic tube from hell. I had my eyes open and good thing the guy told me to shut them. I swear I was freaking out. Panic attack coming on. It finally stops and I peek. I nearly had a stroke it was so tight in there. Then the noise.

Jesus, the noise was like a jackhammer. It was so loud even with the earplugs. I start counting down from 100 to calm myself the fuck down. It was horrible. I counted down to zero six times. I also said about half of a rosary in my head. I was in there for nearly 40 minutes.

The results will be in within 48 hours. My chiro has told me that I have to stay home until at least he sees the MRI. (since, uh.... I can't fucking sit and barely can walk)

That MRI was freaky. Seriously.

I hope to never ever have to do that shit again.

And if I do, I'm getting my meds on first.

Fuckers!

Posted by debutaunt at June 16, 2004 11:30 PM | TrackBack