Can a person be the opposite of claustrophobic? If anyone out there has had an MRI, you can probably sympathize with the feeling a hotdog must have after being pushed into a bun and smothered with condiments. Since one of the intake questions is “Are you claustrophobic?” I am guessing that some people do not thrive in such an environment.
I am not one of those people. Monday I had another MRI. I have had about 5 or 6 throughout the years, but it was only this most recent experience that the feelings which must have been building, finally had a chance to express themselves. I am in love. There is nothing like being forced to remain perfectly still while you are serenaded with loud rhythmic noises which can still be heard quite clearly through the earplugs.
The techs had hooked me up to an IV, so they could add the contrast magic without having to draw me out of my…cacoon? I’m really not too weird, it is just that my mind would wander from thought to thought, then be interrupted by another round of sounds. It was really quite beautiful, the inability to chase down each obsessive thought, and not to be able to get up and attempt the tasks I thought I should do. Okay…maybe I am kind of weird.
Anyway, it was lovely. Did I mention that this post is kind of pointless?…it is…sorry.