Today I went to my home away from home – no, not my office or the bookstore – to U of M Hospital. I know it probably sounds strange, but I’m so comfortable there and none of my visits freak me out like I figured they would. I know my way around, the people are all so good and friendly; it’s not a bad place to be.
I had a second MRI – this time of my abdomen/kidney because my CT scan showed a small spot and Dr. L wanted to make sure that it was merely a cluster of blood vessels, as he suspects it is. He’s not concerned, so neither am I.
The MRI experience was definitely different this time. Last time it was just of my head, which was not very bad…loud, yes, but I certainly didn’t freak out or anything. Today, my whole body went into the machine and my arms were trapped by my sides. I wasn’t disturbed by the squishiness factor as much as I sort of forgot how to breathe right. Yes, that’s right, I was totally breathing wrong – couldn’t catch my breath, then was breathing too slow – as if I was just …
Dec 1 2009
