My ordeal
Thanks to those who gave me advice on how to get through my claustrophobia in the MRI. Had 2 glasses of wine in hour before Friend picked me up. Made sure I shut my eyes after adjusting myself tummy down ( my spare tire from wls took some plopping and plumping, then "les girls" through a cage they had for them to drop through, and head first with arms outstretched holding panic button , and into the tunnel as open at other end. Closed my eyes as per everyone's advice after they attached the tube for the contrast dye needle inserted pre-entrance to tube.....so felt myself sliding, pretended I was on a li-low ( inflated air mattress ) and went through the first half, then a disembodied voice warned me "here comes the dye, noise in 30 seconds) so knew I was halfway through as first set of images are control images without the dye. My right hand and wrist got numb, and pinky remained numb until just now. Think the wine is helping, going to bed now as is already "tomorrow", am facing power outage all day and generator noise from upstairs neighbour from hell replacing his flooring. Waiting until mid next week for MRI report.
Drinking a second glass wine as too wired to sleep right now, good night!
jennifer
PS...no music offered ( they did when I had MRI's on my knees in another hospital in 2010) this time too big headset did not much to deaden noise....
Good for you. I had a breast MRI a couple months before I had my WLS. In fact, that was the last straw for me, and I decided to have the surgery after that. I had gone to University of Pennsylvania hospital because they had a larger tube for large people. But, they took me to a regular tube, and I burst into tears, because I didn't fit in that tube. I demanded to be put in the larger tube. The result was I had cysts that were looking like lumps on the mammogram. I did write a letter to the head of the hospital about how the staff humiliated me by having me try the smaller tube. I also called and made my appointment for a consult with my weight loss surgeon.
Praying for you.
Hugs,
Trish
Albert Schweitzer
