I was dreading the horrible 45 minute MRI, but I got through it with flying colors just now. First, my daughter A., who always knows exactly what to say to me, gave me a stern talking to about sucking it up because I had to. I knew she was right: I could do this. Second, the Valium was excellent. I wish I'd had it last time when I ran out of there crying with fear and anxiety.
I took it early enough so I was woozy and pleasantly sleepy when I went in. When I was positioned lying flat down on the narrow table, the worst problem for me was not moving my head for nearly an hour --it was immoblized in a kind of hole in the table (surrounded by a tunnel) and I couldn't even lift my chin or scratch my nose, which itched a bit after a while. But they played classical music through the headphones and I imagined ballet dancers moving gracefully and beautifully to the music; that helped a lot. And they provided a ball to squeeze if I needed to stop the procedure. I like an exit plan.
When it was over, I was elated and treated myself to a cab and a guilty-pleasure dinner out (spaghetti and meatballs). Of course the results of the MRI are the next hurdle (tomorrow or the following day) but one step at a time. Right now I'm feeling great because I had the strength to do it.
Can't help wondering if heroin is anything like Valium? If so, I can see the appeal. Im not the druggie type, though, which is why I'd never taken Valium before. You can be sure it will be on hand for the next MRI.
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