This I know to be true, having an MRI is not as sexy as a House episode makes it out to be.

In truth the things leading up to an MRI scan are not actually the stuff that a film crew would get much excitement over. Indeed this MRI was 6 months in the coming and today was not announced by any great music with that fantastic pulsating bass line that they do on medical shows…..

  • I taught 4 x classes this morning of nursery rhymes and songs (5-6 year olds) the same lesson 4 times before leaving at morning tea time
  • Caught 2 buses including a brief intermission between buses where I had to gobble my lunch down in 5 min flat.
  • Waited in a pale pastel pink waiting room with a hideous giant wall painting of flowers on the wall for what seemed like forever until someone appeared to ask me a series of questions – including my all time favourite ‘are you pregnant?’- at which time i considered that it might up the likeness of my MRI scan saga becoming a TV show if i answered this question creatively with something like ‘ No, I’m a Man’ or ‘I’m waiting for call from Gabriel to confirm’ …….. i decided against it and went with a straight ‘no’ to save time and a psych assesment team.  

My Radiographer (?) was fantastic she was hiliarious in fact, she made all sorts of conversation and was quite calming really. It was here I decided that a film crew might actually get some air time out of me (well actually her and me as her sense of humour was fantastic) The MRI itself I hated, I can’t remember last times being that scary. I felt so enclosed (having a giant cage around your head and being stuck in a coffin sized machine will do that to you). 

I did have all sorts of good intentions while in the MRI to pray for people, a recent House episode said the radiographers can see it when you do, so i thought I would try. As it was it took all of my self control and me mantra-ing phillipians 4 to myself not to press the ‘help button’ 50x and run out of the freaking machine with its large crashing noises and zapping sounds and what generally sounds like someone hammering you on the head, that I pondered would make a fantastic transition scene on TV, me running like a deluded person through the pale pink waiting room.

As it was with the help of my Robbie Seay CD (they do allow you to bring a CD from home even though it is drowned out by the sound) and my fab radiographer – who reassured me throughout that I was awesome  . I made it through.  When I did come out I had the strange feeling of being nearly asleep but awake at the same time – the same sort of feeling I have after staff meetings really.

After enduring that I decided that I should treat myself and spent the afternoon in borders reading (brought a nice book that I am currently devouring) before taking another 2 buses home.