A super long edition. Again!!! And I just realised I’m on the desktop and not my laptop and so the picture of the ‘rules’ won’t be in this post! (I’m rolling my eyes at myself!!) So, will add a picture Little Bear took one November years ago.
Tuesday of this week I had an MRI. I wasn’t really looking forward to this experience, I’ve been in a bit of pain lately and lying still for a few minutes is not easy, this MRI was supposed to last a couple of hours. It was, thankfully, less than the 3 they set aside! (Plus, the MRI I had when they put the clip in my left breast is not a fond memory!) The last week hasn’t been easy for any kind of movement. Because of the lack of coordination, I didn’t really want to drive. Thankfully, a friend took me in after The Craftsman said he could pick me up after. (huh, this has happened more than once. She’s picked me up and he’s taken me in or vice versa. I think I should get her flowers as a thank you!)
Tall Man and Shadow came to get me from the waiting area almost immediately. (Tall Man was a nice, delightfully bearded man who, I think, did most of the imaging. Shadow was also tall and she was shadowing him that afternoon) I was surprised, even though I’d been warned, by needing to change into hospital issue. (I not only took a picture of the informational note on the wall, I read it carefully!) I did stop in the bathroom first. Since I was having an injection, I had consumed bottles of electrolyte water to fatten my veins. (It didn’t seem to work very well) After I changed, Tall Man taped Vitamin E tablets to my back on my spine (it has something to do with marking where the imaging is supposed to be. I forgot to have The Craftsman remove them and ended up bullying Little Bear into doing it. He was incredulous when he saw them and asked ‘What kind of Dr tapes pills to their patients???’)
Tall Man suggested putting my bag in a locked cupboard (I almost couldn’t lock it, it hurt so much to reach the darn thing!) We slowly walked to the room, me clutching the key so hard I thought I’d have imprints!! I’d forgotten how tall the beds are for the machine and should have asked for a step stool. I was being tough (that didn’t work very well either!!). Tall Man helped me up and got me situated. He was incredibly kind at helping me get comfy. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before I was squiggling around like a worm on a hot sidewalk. Tall Man stopped the test and after a few tears from me and the suggestion from him that we postpone it to get pain meds from my doctor (I really should have taken something while in the car, I didn’t want them to interfere with anything, though. I should have known better.), it resumed.
I tried focusing on anything but the intense pain in my right arm and shoulder. Kissing, floating in the kayak in the sunshine with a book, soaking up sunshine in the yard, experiences I’ve enjoyed, people I adore, book scenes I’ve read, and the inlet. Underneath was the pain, so I think I managed. I do wish Tall Man would have commented more on what he was doing. At one point a different woman came out to adjust me before imaging started again. I think she tried to find a vein for the dye injection, I’m not positive.
They ended up getting someone from the emergency department to stick me. Fortunately, that person was able to use an inner wrist vein. It still hurts and I wasn’t entirely reassured by the brief conversation I thought I heard, ‘Does she need all of it? I’ll keep pushing.’ The dye wasn’t near as painful as the poke!!! Thankfully, the warm blanket they gave me to help heat the veins also helped a little bit with the pain in my arm and shoulder. Which was a positive thing!
I did have to stop thinking about the inlet or the lake, too. The bed area of the machine was warm and shaking under my lower back. It was like sitting on a bench in the sunshine in a bouncy loud vehicle and my bladder was beginning to object!! Thinking about water only made it worse! Tall Man did talk a bit more often the latter portion of the MRI. Although, when he said it would be only 20 more minutes and there were only a couple of pictures left, I am pretty sure he was being overly optimistic. After two shaking cycles, it started up several more times and it was the LONGEST 20 minutes ever.
Finally, it was over. I had a dickens of a time getting up and was seriously dazed. I did smile when he noticed I had blue and purple hair, although I’m not sure my quip about it matching bruises was as funny as I thought. (I do love how surprised people are when the ‘see’ my hidden locks!) That pinball game walking I’d mentioned previously? It was just as bad. Tall Man was a bit concerned and I did grasp his arm firmly as I staggered down the hall. After a bathroom break, I checked my glucose and found it was much lower than it should have been. (Another reason for disorientation!) I slowly dressed after crunching three glucose tablets and honestly thought about trying to doze against the wall. I knew I couldn’t, but I sure wanted to! Tall Man had a wheelchair outside the door and after a moment of tough Alaskan girl, I caved and climbed in. He did move the footrests for me to place my toesies on, although I couldn’t reach them anyway!!
Once in the waiting area, I decided I’d be ok and sat down on a bench seat. The Craftsman said he’d be about 45 minutes, so TnT and Podman kept me entertained with texts and I had a book.
In retrospect, the bearded Tall Man deserved a hug, shoot they ALL did! They were so kind and helpful. The funny odd part of these tests is that not a single one was for my sore arm and shoulder and none of them will be interpreted to me til sometime in January when I have my follow up visit. I only hope I don’t need to go back anytime soon. I’d not mind seeing them again, I just don’t want it via the imaging department!! (I’d probably not recognize them. Like when you were a kid and saw teachers in the grocery store and didn’t know who they were!)