MRI

When I went yesterday to get my test results from my doctor, I got to meet with, holy smokes!, my doctor! The PA I usually see was out sick. So Doc said, yes there was something going on with my thyroid, but he wanted a biopsy of the non-working part before putting me on medication. So that is scheduled for next week.

When I mentioned my headaches, Doc got concerned and ordered a head MRI. He wanted me to have it before a long drive to Ohio, so it was scheduled for this evening at 7. Weird, huh? But an MRI takes so long to do, I'm guessing, that is why they schedule into the evening.

Have you ever had an MRI? This was my first. I was uncertain about being stuck in a machine for 30 minutes because I do have a little claustrophobia. The technician asked if I wanted a washcloth over my eyes, and I said yes. Then she put head phones on me ( I chose pop, which was a meh choice.) then into the machine. Almost immediately I started trying to figure out how much time had passed. The noise, even with the headphones, was scary, strange, and loud. Then I started to get a little panicky. I felt trapped. I didn't think I could make it the whole 30 minutes.

That's when I got inspired to imagine I was sleeping in the back of my parents' station wagon on a long trip across Michigan, just like when we were kids. The noises, I said to myself, were the tires going across the metal plates on a long bridge, maybe the Machinac Bridge. Then I talked myself through all the steps of putting up our old fold-down camper. I continued on, remembering all the details I could about camping when we were kids. When the noise got too loud, I would picture our car stuck in traffic next to some big truck with a loud, idling motor. I was just starting to "travel" to the copper mines in the U.P. , when the whole thing was over.

Then came the kicker - my Doc would not get the results for 2 or 3 business days. So, what was the rush? I guess if there is an aneurism about to bust, my Doc would get an emergency phone call.