Displaced Beachbums

I survived my MRI yesterday and can honestly say I hope to never need another one. Thanks to KBG‘s advice, I asked and was granted a foot first entry. I still felt a wee bit claustrophobic, the noise was tremendous and, at first, I thought I was hearing my own pounding heart but even when it’s not “on”, there is a continual rapid hammering sound in the machine. The headset with a pretty good Canadian radio station was the only thing that “saved” me. Oh, and the injection of contrast dye was no fun either.

Time spent in the machine was a little over an hour and I only felt the urge to press the panic button twice but when I started to panic, I kept thinking of myself sitting on Haputo Beach in Guam. It was straight out of the “Calgon: take me away” commercials.

Strange thing: while I was waiting to go in, three policemen came through the waiting room with a prisoner who had both his hands and feet shackled. He walked less than a foot by me and all I could think of was the movie “Silence of the Lambs.” What if he decided to pounce on me. A product of watching way too many movies 😉

The best thing about the MRI was it was on time and I was able to make it on time to my hair appointment ~ I’ve got my priorities straight!