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The day of my dreaded, closed MRI has come. I always make good on a promise (this one to my neurologist to have a closed MRI as opposed to an open MRI), so it’s off to my appointment I go. Last year, I opted for an open MRI and hated every minute of it. I only imagine how much worse the closed one will be. Waaah…I am such a baby!

I bring along a CD with music that I love, as per my neuro’s suggestion. Right. There’s no music in existence that won’t be completely drowned out by the sound of that jackhammer going off in your ears. Waaah…I am such a baby!

I have been offered drugs numerous times to help me relax, but numerous times I have declined. I just don’t want any drugs in me during this, you know? Of course, it makes way more sense to have them so I can have a goofy smile throughout the test and possibly even relax. But no…I have to take what I think is the high road. What am I thinking?

Everyone at the hospital is very nice and accommodating. They all sense my uneasiness and I can’t help but wonder if they are secretly laughing at me inside. Heck, I would be. I mean, it’s not like I am having major surgery or going off to war. Waaah…I am such a baby!

Here we go…

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