Some good Samaritan left these pretty flowers at our doorstep. It was a very welcome sight when we opened the door this morning. Thank you, who ever you are.
Well, lets see, I went in for my MRI and they tricked me, can you imagine that they would do such a thing to me. I was told that the MRI machine was open and high like the one I had been in before, but oh no, no open and no high to it at all just this round tunnel that sucks you in and you pray you will get out soon. The nurse was very nice and so what could I do, throw a fit right there, well I wanted to but I didn't. She got me very comfortable and put large ear phone on me and said that it is very noisy and these would help. She asked if I wanted a wash rag on my eyes, that it seemed to help a lot of people. I didn't like the word, seemed, at this point I wanted a for sure, definitely, guaranteed to work. She started the machine to put me in and patted my leg and said I wasn't in very far. She has no idea that even an 1/8th of an inch was too far for me. At this point I wished I had taken a very strong drug to send me off into La, La, land. At this point that "La, La land" sounded like a very wonderful place to be wherever it was I really wanted to be there. Oh my gosh, then the noise started. Any rock band member would just love this and get a real kick out of all the funny loud, very loud noises. It would be music to their ears but not to mine. I started thinking of all the wonderful places I would rather be and that helped me relax a little, very little, then the thought of where I was started creeping up on me, so I could feel a bit of panic setting in. I then started counting the seconds going by but I knew I couldn't count very fast because then it wouldn't be a second any more. I had been given this little rubber ball to squeeze if I was feeling like I needed to get out but then what would that accomplish, I would just have to start all over and the thought of that made me more panicky, so I just laid there in pure agony. This nice male voice announced to me that I had about 5 more min. and that I was doing very good, if he only knew. So, I started counting again and it turned out it was more than 5 min. because at my 5 min. time I was still counting so he tricked me again. Finally it was over and I was pulled out only to wait another min. until they lowered the bed. She told me to stand up slow that some people get a little dizzy, I really didn't care, I wanted out of there fast. I would have run out the front door but I had to get dressed first. Minor details. Now I see Dr. Fischer on Tues. to find out what is going on and I sure hope they got a good reading because, if not, we all may never know what is causing the pain and numbness.
A 6-year-old was overheard reciting the Lord's Prayer at a church service. "And for- give us our trash passes, as we forgive those who passed trash against us."
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.
Goodmorning Robin - You did good with the MRI...proud of you!!!!!!!!! Hope you write a book when this is over...your way with words is marvelous. See you later at Lake Chelan - Love you, Diane
ReplyDeleteMy mom always had a horrible time with MRI's. She always had a blessing before each one and used prayer to get her through them. She still hated them but was able to lay there then.
ReplyDeleteThe noise is what would get to me. Even though I've gotten kind of deaf with old age - loud noises can really drive me crazy.
Hello Grandma,
ReplyDeleteYou are very brave, that is something I could not do. Having a baby naturaly I can do, but never a MRI. I will pray that the Dr. can clearly read it, and he can find any problems. God Bless you
We love you very much
You are beautiful inside and out
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