I had that MRI this morning to confirm that the nodule on my adrenal gland is just a benign interloper. And, see, I have moderately bad claustrophobia, which makes MRIs a literal ring of hell. (I know there are open MRIs, but they're harder to schedule, and I just wanted this out of the way.)
But the imaging center had headphones for Pandora stations, and the Diana Krall station is immeasurably soothing to me. So that, combined with Ativan and the total refusal to open my eyes, kept me pretty calm until about 10 minutes before we were finished...
...because I suddenly couldn't stop thinking of Deadpool. Stop it, Steph's brain! But then I started laughing, because OF COURSE my brain is going to be a jerk, but by god it's going to go to the superhero well to be a jerk. And then I had to explain to the technician why I was laughing. (I told her I was laughing at the noises the MRI machine makes, because they are ridiculous.)
But seriously. DEADPOOL.
(The technician was NOT named Francis.)
Yay for a benign nodule!
I didn't realize how claustrophobic I was until I had an MRI, and I now can literally give myself a panic attack if I think about having to have another. It would be open MRI or nothing, I think.
I do remember, though, watching MASH as a kid and thinking that if I was the patient lying in that helicopter pod, face-up, I would not be okay.
Also, now I want grilled cheese. Or toasted cheese, but that's harder because I no longer have a toaster oven.
Finally had a job interview last Friday. It must have gone well, as the recruiter called me up today to talk about salary.
The recruiter was someone Gud passed my resume to, so the job is in the Kansas City area. (I've been thinking of leaving Chicago for awhile now.) I'm still looking in the Chicago area, and maybe I'll look in Minneapolis and the SF Bay Area.
Thanks again, Gud.
I'm not claustrophobic at all, so MRIs never bug me. When I was a kid I'd crawl into a sleeping bag head-first and try to turn around while inside so I could come out head-first too. I'd usually get stuck for a bit, but that was part of the fun.
Makeup: recommend an appropriate concealer or BB cream for an about to be 14 year old with age-appropriate acne who doesn't wear makeup regularly and whose mother is clueless about this stuff. Bonus points for not spendy.
Hooray for benignity and Diana Krall and Ativan!
Good luck, tommyrot! Sounds promising.
To be clear, I don't know yet that it's benign; last week's CT scan is what brought the nodule to my doctor's attention, but she told me that 99.5% of all adrenal nodules are benign weirdoes that are the equivalent of a polyp on the colon. But my doctor wanted me to have an MRI to be 100% sure it's just a benign weirdo.
So the MRI was for confirmation, but I haven't gotten the results back yet. I'm just assuming everything is cool in Adrenal Town.
It would be open MRI or nothing, I think.
Or drugs! Drugs are an option. Though probably an open MRI is better, if it will serve the purpose, but when I tried to direct the doctor toward an open MRI for my back, he really preferred the traditional one. So I got myself sedated good.
And a -ma request, because Husband is at his third interview for a job he'd really like (the job that brought us to Dallas having turned out...not super). So if you guys could vibe him to success, that would be great.
