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.