Clausterphobic
I found out that I am clausterphobic yesterday. As the technician covered my eyes, stopped up my ears, padded my head so I couldn't move, my heart began to race. As I slid into the MRI machine I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I was freaking out and squeezed the bulb in my hand. He was kind, patiently talked with me but I wasn't going back in. He sent me to the hospital where they have a larger machine--perhaps if it wasn't such a tight fit I'd be okay. She walked me back and let me just lie down and go into the machine to see if that would make a difference. It didn't.
I've never experienced anything like that before. I'm the girl that just sucks it up and moves on. I didn't. I called the doctor and asked for some valium. I'm going back in tomorrow morning, prepped with valium. I pray it works. I feel like a nut. It's a tiny block of time--less than an hour. It freaks me out just thinking about it. I've never taken valium before, I hope it knocks me out or at least makes me not care about the procedure.
It's just an hour, I can do anything for an hour. Right? I hope. I need to hear that this stupid bump is no big deal so I can stop worrying and my headaches will go away. The headaches started when I began to worry, not while the bump was growing so they're definately pyschosomatic.
The simple fact is that unicorns are real and I must have touched one once and had some of that magic imparted to me.
The girls have a half day--perhaps this afternoon we should watch The Last Unicorn, I've always loved that show.
I've never experienced anything like that before. I'm the girl that just sucks it up and moves on. I didn't. I called the doctor and asked for some valium. I'm going back in tomorrow morning, prepped with valium. I pray it works. I feel like a nut. It's a tiny block of time--less than an hour. It freaks me out just thinking about it. I've never taken valium before, I hope it knocks me out or at least makes me not care about the procedure.
It's just an hour, I can do anything for an hour. Right? I hope. I need to hear that this stupid bump is no big deal so I can stop worrying and my headaches will go away. The headaches started when I began to worry, not while the bump was growing so they're definately pyschosomatic.
The simple fact is that unicorns are real and I must have touched one once and had some of that magic imparted to me.
The girls have a half day--perhaps this afternoon we should watch The Last Unicorn, I've always loved that show.
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