MRI

So, I go to the MRI place.  They hook be up and stick me in the can and I freak out.  I'm telling myself, I can to this.  I can do this.  They hadn't even turned the machine on and I buzzed the buzzer and quit.  The gal was really nice and told me to go get some drugs and come back in a few days and try again.  What a whimp!!!

So I go get some drugs.  Some kind of Valium.  I go to the chiropractor right before and have my shoulders all rearranged as I have to hold my arms above my head for a half an hour, while laying on my stomach with my boobies dangling down so they can take images of them.  I take the Valium on the way home, and a friend comes to give me a ride.  By the time we get there, I'm getting loopy.

While I'm waiting I'm psyching myself into believing that I'll be laying on a tanning booth getting a tan while they are doing some construction in the building next door.  The noise is going to be irritating from the construction, but I can just ignore it and enjoy my tan.  (The MRI machine sounds like one of those well drilling machines.  Dang it's LOUD!!)

So, they ask if I want to wear ear plugs.  HELL YES!!!

They put me in the can and turn on music.  I asked for County Music cuz it's easy to listen to.  And guess what? It worked!!! I was actually able to sit thru the whole thing without freaking out.  I just counted the songs until they were done.

And, they say there are 3 lumps.  Or something that looks like maybe a mass between the original two. Lovely.  Damned if I can find it.