8,467,932 tests down, and one to go!

I had my MRI/MRA of my brain tonight. My appointmet was switched a couple of times already, so I was happy to get it over with. 7:00pm, back at the imaging center. As I type this, I’m realising that I never posted about my last test at the imaging center, lol.

On Wednesday April 27th, I had a corotid doppler. Doesn’t that sound fun? It was actually pretty harmless. Tonights test on the other hand, was quite different. MRI’s aren’t bad, unless the person who’s taking it is claustrophobic. Wouldn’t you know, I actually am claustrophobic. Who’d a thought?

I just kept my eyes closed the whole time. It wasn’t that bad except the couple of times that I couldn’t get drowning out of my head. All in all, I kept it together pretty good. I was in for 40 minutes. 30 minutes, then out for a shot, then back on for 10 more minutes. The shot was ok, well the first one was, the second stung a bit. Yeah, the guy tried the outside vein on my arm first, and it didn’t take. Whatever the hell that means. So he ahd to give me another one. You know, shots don’t really bother me. I’m not afraid of needles, never was. But I have the worst luck with people giving me shots.

I once had some asshole nurse try to give me a blood gas test, chew up my arm so bad that she had to use the other one. Then after she jacked that wrist up, another nurse finally came in to do it right. If you’ve never had a blood gas test, it’s not just a regular needle, it’s as thick as a garden hose. Damn thing hurts like a bitch.

Okay, so back to the MRI. The one thing I did do, was after the guy gave me my shot, and told me that there was only 8 minutes left in the test, I did some quick math in my head and decided to count down from 500. I figured it should be around 480 seconds til it was over, but I might as well add a few. This was to try to keep my mind off of being stuffed into a high tech coffin, which is basically what I was in. And I still didn’t want to open my eyes to see exactly how close the ceiling in that thing was. Well I got down to about 115 when the guy came across my headset and told me that he was just going to check the test and make sure everything was ok. Then he told me that he was taking me out. Thats when I opened my eyes to see how small that area is.

In case you’ve never had one, the MRI, or devil tube as I’ve now nicknamed it, is REALLY FRIGGIN SMALL. I had this clamp on my head, which didn’t help, and when I finally looked, the ceiling was right on top of me. I’m glad I didn’t accidentally open my eyes in the middle of the test, I might have ahd to use the emergency squeeze ball.

Okay, that sounds dirty.