MRI survival
MRI survival
Lo and Behold,
I never thought a week ago when Bob started this thread that I would have my own personal experience with an MRI so soon. Here's my story:
The night I was admitted, the neurologist said I would have to have an MRI. I had thrown a clot and they wanted to check around in my head. CAT scan didn't reveal much (and they told me it probably wouldn't), but it did show I have something else going on. I'll save that for a future post.
I told the doctor that I didn't think I could handle the test, and I didn't want medicine to put me in lala land. The doctor knows my husband, who has worked there for 25 years, and asked if I could do it if he was with me. I reluctantly agreed.
I talked to my daughter and told her of my great fear of being trapped. Bless her heart, she said, " Let's think about this mom. The worst thing that could happen would be a power outage, and in that case, dad could pull you out by the feet. " I had to agree, and by the time I was ready to go to the MRI room, I was feeling pretty good.
My husband went in with me. I had made him promise that if I indicated I had to get out, he would make them get me out. I was confident of that. That is probably what saved me.
I didn't know they would put a cage type device over my head (you guys never mentioned that!!!!!) I really almost freaked. It was snapped on as they started the conveyer belt to take me in. I had my eyes open, and I couldn't believe how close the top of the tube was. I almost yelled stop right then, but thought I would give it one more second to see if I could stand it.
I realized immediately that I had to shut my eyes and try to pretend that I wasn't there. I remembered the conversation with my daughter. Rationally, I knew I could get out if I had to. I kept thinking about what former POWs had said about their time in captivity, "I was always free in my mind." That sounds melodramatic, but I used it!
Another thing, I never, ever opened my eyes again during the procedure. I knew halfway through they would pull me out to inject the dye so I made sure that I didn't open my eyes even then. When they yanked me out, I asked if my husband was there (because I wasn't opening my eyes to see). The gal said yes, and he squeezed my foot. I was confident that he was living up to his part of the bargain. They put me back in, and I made it through the remaining twenty minutes.
So, in a nutshell, what helped was:
1. Telling everyone I was afraid. I had a promise from the doctor that if I couldn't stand it, they would stop the test. I maintained some measure of control, and that is always a huge issue with me.
2. Keeping my eyes shut. That's also how I deal with scary movies. I'm too visual a person. I have no idea of what was inside that tube. I don't want to know what was inside that tomb!
I hope I never have to have one done again, but I know I was right to not take any pills. I don't handle medication well, and I needed rational thinking to endure the process.
Funny thing was, many of the nurses on the floor told me they wouldn't have a MRI done. It's a pretty traumatic test for people who are claustraphobic or who are afraid of being trapped (like me). Being able to share the fear helps in some small measure.
Thank goodness I had read Bob's thread so I knew what to ask for before I went through it.
Anyone else have the mask/cage put on their face?
Mary