After the hula hoop incident from this past spring, I was advised to have an MRI for my neck. Random no? I have freakishly strong reflexes when tested. I would like to say that this must be some part of my super hero powers but I am doubting that. More than likely, it is yet another quirk that I can add to my unique self.
I wasn’t planning on hitting my deductible this year but after my stint in rehab for my calf. . .well, getting the MRI at this point would be like me buying gum at Target. Cheap. So today I went and did that after work.
But with all the control freak planning I do I did not realize until yesterday that I was taking my last Paxil. And let’s just say yesterday was not the day to run by and pick up my script. So I went sans medication for that little panic attack thing that I have and got to spend quality time with myself in a tube.
I did get to don the oh so fashionable hospital gown this afternoon but this was the new and improved hospital gown. This one prevents one’s backside from making an unwanted appearance. Once I got settled onto what has to be the most uncomfortable table the tech put the ear plugs in, gave me a panic button and got me all situated before heading off to take all kinds of pictures of my neck.
As I was traveling into the tube I decided that it would be best to keep my eyes closed. I tried to daydream or even nod off but the noise was loud, even with ear plugs. I thought about my plans for this weekend, Harry Potter in a short 24 hours and then it hit. I was starving. Yep, when ever I have a medical procedure done all I think about is food.
I opened my eyes a few times in the tube but managed not to freak out. It was nice and cool in there and while I felt like I was in there for what seemed like hours, it was over before I knew it. My neck, while it hasn’t really bothered me was a bit stiff once I was brought back out. Laying still isn’t one of my strong suits. . .
I raced out once it was done and headed to get my script and pick up some food. Chandler kindly reminded me that I was to rearrange my furniture before the tree comes out, so I did that while watching A Charlie Thanksgiving on DVD.
But that time in the tube gave me time to think about everything because, well, I am a girl. And if I can’t over analyze every single thing from the Sonic Diet Cherry Coke that I didn’t get this morning to world peace then what am I supposed to do? So I thought and thought and thought some more.
Hmm, Harry Potter tomorrow night! Yayyyy! Jammy day on Saturday, yayyyy! Potential kudzu growing near me. . .yeah, kind of like that, not going to lie. And I would venture a guess that this surprises all parties involved.
So now I am tired, my neck hurts (staying still is hard work people) and the cat is snoozing away while I type away on the laptop. At least I am not laying in that stupid tube anymore, I might have ended up at the funny farm had it taken longer. . .