DO NOT SCHEDULE 2 MRI’S ON THE SAME DAY!!!!!
I know better! I’ve even written about it in…. Not the Tube. Of course, I didn’t listen to myself. SMH Then again, when I do listen to myself, I often make bad decisions. When your done reading and or watching please share your opinion about whether YOU think I should listen to myself. I’m pretty sure the answer is not a simple Yes or no.
Ok, so my dumb ass not only scheduled two MRI’s for the same day, but I also attempted to do it drug free. I will NOT be doing that again! In fact, I’m pretty sure the hospital put a great big caution sign in my chart saying that I have to be sedated. SMH again
Thing 2 picked me up on Friday and drove me to the hospital for the procedures. I found that she REALLY enjoys pushing me in the wheelchair. ( into the curb, into the wall etc) I went through my 200 question checklist about whether I had metal implants, tattoos, etc in or on my body and was surprisingly ok’d to get in the tube. Then the nurse asked if I was claustrophobic. Um yeah….”OH SHIT, how had I forgotten to take the medication?!!??!?” She told me they could reschedule the MRI, or I could take the medication and wait 45 minutes for the medication to take effect.
I TOLD her I would be fine as long as the tech talked to me between pictures. SHIT SHIT SHIT! As she wheeled me to the dressing room to change into the scrubs they provide, I could feel my anxiety increasing, and discreetly slipped a xanax into my mouth. Work work work!
The MRI tech was back within moments to take me to the MRI room. I’m sure the terror I was feeling (yes terror) showed on my face when he also asked me if I was claustrophobic, but I also told him I would be “ok” as long as he talked to me between pictures. (I told him all 5x that he asked me)
I wasn’t ok. I freaked out! I pushed the panic button before the first set of pictures where complete. I passed out before he pulled me out of the machine, and vomited on the floor as soon as I came to. SMH again.
Fortunately, the MRI department was very forgiving and not busy that day. They cleaned my mess, and allowed me to clean myself up. They told me if I wanted to take medication I still could, but I would have to wait 45 minutes for it to take effect before we could try again. Perfect! I thought. I would probably only need another 25 minutes to be “calmer” since I had already taken one, but the least I could do was wait 45 minutes after the ordeal I caused. Unfortunately, they needed to see me take the medication. Ah fuck!
Um OK. I do know that I CAN take two pills, as I have previously been prescribed a higher dose, but I also know that it pretty much puts me ‘out’ for the evening. So OF COURSE, I made Bad decision number 3, (if you’re counting) and took the pill. While waiting to retry the MRI, I noticed an empty wheelchair in the hallway, and asked Thing 2 if she would like to have a race or 2.
We did. Here is the video to the only race I may have won (my foot dropped and I think I may have pushed off). Wheelchair race After several races, (I encouraged other patients and visitors to get involved as well) I did survive the two MRI’s to test for PML and am waiting to hear the results.
So what’s your opinion? Should I listen to myself or not? 😉