I survived the MRI. I got there, they took my vitals (bp 110/84 – whoo hoo!) and then they had me take the super happy fun pills. I sat in a chair and read a magazine for about 30 minutes, and I thought I didn’t feel any different. Then I tried to stand up. Uh, yeah. They were definitely working!
I didn’t get nervous until I saw the MRI machine. I got to have a special cage thing around my head with things in there to keep my head VERY STILL for 40 minutes. I thought it would be ok, I kept telling myself that I could do it. I laid down and closed my eyes. They started to zoom me back into the machine. Then it happened. The walls were touching my arms and it started to freak me out, so I started squeezing the “get me out” button they gave me. They pulled me back out, I told them I would be ok, I just had to make sure I had my arms crossed on my chest so they didn’t touch the sides. I shook it off, laid back down, closed my eyes – I did not want to see the thing around my head – and they zoomed me back in. I did fine.
Towards the end they had to bring me out to put an IV in my arm for the contrast. I have no veins, and had said it was ok to use a butterfly beforehand. Instead the tech tried to use my arm, then my wrist (which I told her had also been used before for IVs.) Her first attempt on my right wrist ended up being very painful, and I now have a lovely raised up hematoma there. The other nurse came in and did the IV in my left hand and then it was back into the tube for me for the last 5 minutes worth of tests.
I still feel funky from the combination of the super happy fun pills and the contrast. It hurts to bend my right wrist at the moment too. I have a lot more to say, but I’ll save it for later when I’m up to writing more. For now, we’ll just say it is a small world. A very, very small world. In a very good way.