This morning I had an MRI done on my knee. MRI stands for Magnetic Resonance Imaging. The MRI is supposed to show things that an X-ray probably won’t show – like arthritis or a torn ligament. It was my first MRI and hopefully my last.
It was a relatively pleasant experience. They let me choose what music that I wanted to listen to. I chose Pink because . . . well, why not?
Apparently, people freak out because they are basically stuck in a small tube for a half hour. It’s a claustrophobic moment for some people.
The only problem that I had was staying still for that long. At about the five minute mark, I had to cough. I tried to do it quickly. You know how coughs are. They always present themselves at the worst time. This would be one of those times. It wasn’t as bad as that one time I had a coughing fit at a funeral. Soooo embarrassing.
Then my other leg started to feel like jelly. Maybe I was trying too hard to not move. I was waiting for the nurse to tell me to quit moving. Was I just imagining all of the movement that was going on in my body?
I must have been dreaming because no one complained.
I’m pretty sure I can’t do this yet.