Hippy Chic, part II

I had an MRI on my hip today. Luckily, I wore the "right" clothes and didn't have to change into one of those miserable gowns. I glared at the hole in the machine I was about to be slid into and laid down on the table. I thought "That doesn't look too bad. The hole is huge!" Then, the tech said he was going to raise the table up before he got me "comfortable."

So up goes the table. I get a pillow for my head. Then come the stabilizers. One under my back strapped to one on my stomach. One strap between my legs to keep my left hip in the correct position. He used a sheet to tie my feet together so my toes would point skyward instead of out to each side. Then a sheet over my whole body. Then he hands me the "panic button" and puts headphones on me to drown out some of the noise. I ask for music and he switches the headphones to some cheesy Phil Collins greatest hits station.

And the conveyor belt to hell starts moving me deeper into the hole but because the table was raised so high, instead of having two feet between my face and the top of the tube, there were two inches! No wonder people get claustrophobic!

And by the way, DON'T MOVE! Or we'll have to tack on more minutes to the end for every scan that needs to be re-done.

Once I was in there, it got noisy, warm, almost peaceful...except for needing lumbar support, it wasn't that bad. I think I fell asleep for a few minutes. And voila! Results next week.