I've taken off all my jewelry.
I have an MRI of my brain today to check my hypothalamus for any abnormalities or growths - since its died or wilted or faded or whatever its done and given me that rare thyroid disorder - hypothalamic hypothyroidism (tertiary hypothyroidism) and they want to see what's up via MRI.
If you recall from previous MRIs, I am terrified of them. I didn't used to be, but the last time I had one, the asshole didn't turn my music back on after it stopped and I had to go about 25 minutes or so (might have been more?) with nothing but the pounding of the machine and I hated every second of it. Music is my sedative. I have to have it... every second of the MRI.
My partner is instructed to demand they turn the music on even if it is off or 2 minutes so I can get lost into it again. Last time, they said, "Just a couple of more minutes," and said that over and over again. Wahhh!
I'm listening to the Wicked soundtrack. No suprise there, eh?
Last time, too, the IV guy was an ass and my IV was stabbing me as it was tweaked against the machine and my partner is instructed to tell them if she sees that happening again, too.
When the contract was given to me last time, I wretched for about 6 minutes (they were counting)... huge heaves of vomiting that shocked me since I had never thrown up from the iodine contrast before. My dear partner held me tightly and held the trash can as I barfed until it passed and I was able to lie back down and be slid back into the sausage casing to have the rest of the MRI completed.
I am so looking forward to this afternoon.
Your good thoughts are welcome.
I'll let you know how it goes when I get home.