Jan 29 2009
Fear is Overrated
I am laying there, focusing on pretending to hear my music. I actually try to sing along in my mind. This of course, is impossible to do, but an interesting way to pass the time.
A few minutes into the test, however, I realize this is not as bad as I thought it would be. What? Did I actually just say that? Me? Me in a closed MRI? I am wondering if I have suffered brain damage from the noise. But seriously, it is not as bad as I had thought. Now that I realize there is an opening at both ends, as opposed to my nightmare of no openings at all (other than to slide you in like a pizza) I am breathing more easily.
I also believe the closed MRI was a shorter length than the open MRI. And now that I think about it, I found the open MRI to be even louder than the closed one. Could this really be - or am I just trying to see the glass as half full?
The only difference I experienced was the closed MRI literally moved me around a bit - not something I was expecting. I only wished the technician had given me some sort of warning prior to the movement. I thought the thing broke and I was going to get crushed or something.
After all my whining and worrying, I have decided from now on, I will choose a closed MRI. I walked out of there smiling, realizing how silly I have been all along. It’ll be a fun story to tell my future grandchildren someday.
