tunnel

I went to an appointment this morning. I've been having some throat issues for the last 3 months or so, and this latest test was the next step. After filling out an extensive questionnaire (including whether or not I have random metal bits in me, gunshots etc.) I was escorted to a tiny room to change into scrubs, and lock up my belongings. I was then introduced to the MRI machine that would encapsulate my entire body as I lay unflinching for an hour, yes an hour. And let me just say it's enough to make an un-claustrophobic person quickly turn. As I lay flat on my back listening to the jarring buzzes and crashes, my breathing quickened and I truly had to talk myself down from the frenzy and panic that was ensuing.

Because the images they were attempting to capture were of my throat, swallowing, coughing, clearing one's throat, was prohibited for 5 minutes at a time. Ummm...not swallowing? It was all too much, tears were streaming down into my ears 1/2 was through, I was going crazy. Fortunately after 30 or so minutes they slid me out to give me an injection for contrast. I was able to refocus my eyes, take a deep breath, and then in again I went. The whole process all over again. Hopefully that will be the last time I ever do that again. I tried to relax, really I did. I went into it thinking this is a rare opportunity to just lie here, not be needed for anything or one, but when you're caged in like that? I dunno. When all you can see is white, and your nose is a couple inches away from the ceiling to this groaning, clanging machine. I dunno.

I will find out the results of this test after I return from our little upcoming vacation to Boston. Until then, I will relax, enjoy my time away and the fact that I'm not stuck in a tiny tunnel in a doctor's office.

To hear a snippit of what I was hearing go here and scroll 1/2 way down.