This morning was MRI day. I have been waiting for over 6 months for this appointment! I needed to be at the hospital by 7:30 am for an 8 am MRI appointment. I have to say, even though I’m not terribly worried, it’s amazing how the tone of the MRI section of the hospital is. It felt anxious, worrying, even depressing there. Like everyone is there to learn their grave fate.
My appointment didn’t take too long. I was escorted in, given hospital garments to change into. Bottoms, a hair cap, an a top that opens in the front. The staff informed me I wouldn’t need contrast when detecting for rupture, which is a relief. My research on gandolium didn’t make that sound very appealing, plus I’m still a needle phobic so the IV would have been a struggle. The bigger issue was the possible health implications with the contrast dye, I had decided ahead of time to decline but didn’t need to!
The room you have your MRI in is cold. You lay face down on a “tray” that has a hole for each boob with cameras in it and a padded hole for your face to go in. The tech’s positioned me and everything properly and they put head phones on and then I entered the chamber. Thankfully I am not claustrophobic. Even though you can’t actually see anything, it “feels” like you could be trapped. To my surprise MRI’s are VERY loud, with lots of buzzing sounds, clunking and ticking. Even with head phones.
I had thought I’d just close my eyes and nap for my MRI but the noise was too loud for that. Oh well.
Once I was done I was able to change and head home. My results will be ready next week sometime with my doctor.