So, I am not claustrophobic. At least I never considered myself to be UNTIL I had an MRI. It took ever fiber of my self-restraint, not to scream to get me the fuck out of there. I was pissed that I didn't have a valium or something ahead of time.
On top of it, I wasn't supposed to have eaten for X hours before the MRI, and my MRI was delayed by hours because of an emergency (fine). But it was so long I was waiting that I nearly passed out after the test and had to go to the hospital cafeteria and eat something and sit down for 1 hour in order to be able to drive.
Building alarm system has been blaring for the entire 8 hours since I got home from work.
I'm so glad that's only happened a couple of times in the 2.5 years I've lived here, because it's the same thing -- you can't get in touch with anyone and it's a whole clusterfuck. My building is barely managed.
I want all of those OPI colors, weirdly. Maybe I'll get a mani in addition to a pedi today, because I've been wishing I had grey polish for my hands, but I don't. Or maybe I'll just buy a bottle!
I'm glad your moms CAT scan looked good, ita,
I'm home with nothing much on the agenda for the weekend. But the weather looks nice and I'm thinking biking or a long walk would be good.
I think in 8 hours I'd have found out where the building manager lived and been banging on his door.
I am slightly claustrophobic but it mostly gets me when crowds of people block all my escape routes. I don't know how I'd do in an MRI.
It seems I'll be spending my morning with a whole bunch of theatre critics and Simon Callow. Huh.
Huh indeed!
I was just talking with a coworker about how a good Muslim would go to Mecca if they couldn't handle crowds. Is there an off-time that would still work??
I always think I'd be fine in an MRI on my stomach, but not on my back. I've never really thought of myself as claustrophobic, but remember the helicopters in the opening credits of MASH, with the little ... pod thing the patient would lie in? I saw that as a kid and immediately thought, "Oh, no way." I think on my stomach I could pretend that it wasn't such a tight space?
The across-the-street neighbor is having a moving sale, and I got four books, an IKEA wood tray, a 13x9 inch baking pan, cookie cutters, a cake cutter and rolling pin, and a 12x16 picture she'd made (which I wanted for the nice white frame) for ... $6. She wanted $3, and I told the point of a yard sale was to *make* money, not give everything away.
She had pastels and gauche and colored pencils and art books, too, which I really wanted, even though ... I don't know how to use any of that stuff. But it was so pretty! Colors!
Speaking of which, there are at least two of those polishes I need, the grape being one of them. I like the pale teal, too.
My last MRI they gave me headphones with music. That helped a bunch with providing distraction from the small space. My first MRI was a trial in self control. Kinda showed me how bad my shoulder hurt that I was willing to go through that again.
I got to the testing dojo way early, so I'm sitting in my car killing time until I can go in and stretch.
Good luck, Suzi!
There are supposed to be over 70 critics here. I count 18. This is why curtain time is always late, people!
good luck Suzi!
Amy, IMO, on my stomach would help either. The MRI was just too close and I realize now that I don't want anything that close to my face for 30+ minutes. Even closing my eyes didn't particularly help. I did not have music, but I had one song running through my head the whole time.
It felt to me like "Cask of Amontillado." The whole buried alive thing gives me the skeeves anyway and now the MRI shit does not help.
