Back on April 14 I talked about going to a neurologist to determine if I should drop a particular medication. The mutual decision was "No", but the neurologist still wanted me to get an MRI of my head. To determine if there was anything in there, I suppose.
Well, today was the day, and I must say it was quite an ordeal. I've had CT scans, which I endured, and while the equipment is somewhat similar, the experience was ... well, ...not similar. For one thing they placed some gadget over my face, so that when my nose itched, I couldn't scratch. Ok, I endured that. But Good Grief, Charlie Brown, was this thing NOISY! There was a constant BANG, BANG, BANG, to which was added Clink, clink, clink, clink, followed by bong, bong, bong, interspersed with chunk, chunk, chunk, chunk, grk, grk, grk, clack, clack, glk, glk, glk. Sounded like an out-of-tune marimba band. I finally decided that the equipment was a cross betsween a CIA torture unit, and a badly managed sound effects studio. I lived through it.
Howzabout sumpin' funny -
This is the story about the woman who was born and grew up in a small town. (Hope I haven't told this one before.) She lived there all her life. Went to the same church all her life. But as she grew older, she was not always able to make it to church, so the minister would come to visit her now and then. On this particular occasion, when the woman was really up there in years, the minister said to her, "You know, you're at that time of life when you should be thinking about the Hereafter." "Oh, I do, Reverend, I do" exclaimed the lady. "Whenever I go into a room, I think to myself, 'What am I here after' "
It's terrible to say after all you went through, but I hope they didn't find anything--not BRAIN, duh, any problems.
ReplyDeleteI just went into the kitchen to turn on the timer for the chicken, and for a second, forgot why I went in there.
I had one done once, and there was an elderly lady waiting to be done after me. She clearly had heard terrible things about the process and asked me fearfully about the noise level, the awfulness rating, etc etc.
ReplyDeleteI just looked at her with a smile and said, well, I just started studying the percussion section of the orchestra. I was counting beats per measure, listening to different instruments coming in with their tones, you know, and composing a tune to go along with it. It's a lot of fun--enjoy!