MRI #2...what a day.

Sue had advised me to call our family practice on Friday and get a prescription for a fast-acting sedative to help me through the test. Because of my need to not bother people, especially when it's for something I need medically, I didn't really want to call. How would I tell the office staff what I needed? Would they be annoyed by my request? Would they be making fun of me? Whatever other negative self-talk I did to myself. I finally decided to call but not give any details of why I was calling except that I wanted to speak with Scott. I did and the office took the message. Sue reminded me that the office closes early on Friday so I should keep working on it. I said I would knowing that I probably would not call again...and if I didn't hear from them I would just suck it up. Of course I did not hear from Scott so we went to the test anyway. Sue drove me over and we went in. The tech called me to come in and I asked him if my wife could come back as well. He hesitated, but then said, "why not?". I alerted him to the panic attack I had experienced before. I went into the room and sat down. The tech offered to give me headphones with music for this test...I agreed that this might help. He gave me the headphones and I laid down. For the brain test, they lock this cage over your face and because of my big italian nose, it actually touches the cage. This was a problem. The radio was blasting the very fine advertisements of WBLI radio and I closed my eyes. As I was rolled into the machine, I knew I needed to get out and said so. The tech took me out and I tried to calm down. Sue tried to help. One of us suggested different music. The tech asked if I wanted classical music. I said, yes. He put it on and I tried again. I focused on the music and prayer and this time I made it through the test.