Warning: This Mistake Will Destroy Your MRI

Warning: This Mistake Will Destroy Your MRI

A Health Reference

HOW A MRI MACHINE WORKS

 

You look a bit perplex I say to my doctor.

I then rattle off a short list of queries, is everything o.k.? Do I have another issue? Really?

Lisa? With your medical history, nothing surprises me.

It is your reflexes that concern me.

My physician then tells me that he needs to make a phone call and he walks out of the small medical examination room.

Minutes later my doctor walks back into the room; he tells me that he has spoken to a Neurologist and they both agree I need an MRI.

Why I question. We all know that I have Cervical Dystonia and Botox is my treatment.

I point to my smooth neck to emphasize the Botox results.

With a half grin, my doctor informs me that an MRI is a must to rule out some other medical conditions.

I ask how serious are these other medical conditions?

Lisa, with you, I do not know. Please have the MRI done ASAP.

With hesitation, I agree that I will schedule the MRI.

I convey that it is nothing personal about his profession but I am tired of medical appointments, tests and I do not want another ologist.

My doctor’s kind-hearted nod tells me he understands.

I believe my doctor knows that I have White Coat Syndrome and I do not want to be the poster woman for rare diseases.

This knowledge doctor has been with me through my fifteen years of Sheehan’s Syndrome journey.

I leave my doctor’s office and place the MRI request on my things to do list. My list spins in circles.

A couple of days pass, and I am surprised to receive a call from the Imaging Center.

The lady at the Imaging Center tells me that my health insurance has approved the MRI and ask if I can come in tomorrow.

Tomorrow? I ponder. The scheduler at the Imaging Center takes customer service seriously.

When I tell her that tomorrow does not work, she patiently finds other times.

I arrive at the Imaging Center, and a well-seasoned MRI technician promptly takes me to the MRI room.

I should note the technician’s demeanor seems to go through the motions.

I try my corny half-hearted jokes to get him to smile, grin or laugh.

I blurt out one liner comments, and his reply is silence.

He directs me to the MRI and asks me if I am claustrophobe.

I answer, no.

He then asks what brought me here?

I reply, life.

This reserve man laughs, and his burst of deep belly laughter fills the MRI room.

The irony, I was honest and not trying to be funny.

Once the laughter ends the technician tells me that he has brought thousands of people into this MRI room and I am the second person to say, life.

I decide to move forward with another one liner comment.

I tell the MRI assistant that I was going to say, my husband. However, it is more life.

We both laugh, and he then goes through the MRI process.

I convey that unfortunately, I know how an MRI test works. It is not my first time.

I place the orange ear plugs into my ears to block out the noise of the MRI machine.

A cage holds my head in place as my body slides into the MRI machine.

It is peaceful; my eyes remain shut until I feel the machine begin to slide my body out.

I open my eyes, and I am inside a beige tube. I am not fond of this feeling. Maybe, I am Claustrophobic.

As my body slides out of the MRI machine, I see the MRI assistant and immediately place my thumbs up in the air.

I say, wow that was quick!

The middle-aged plus assistant stares down out me and tells me that I need to stay still. He goes on to warn me that my moving muscles are destroying my MRI.

I tell him that I am staying still.

No, you are not he says. In a scolding voice, he tells me that my films are all one big blur. ┬áThe technician’s tone makes me like a child that has disappointed a parent.

So, back into the MRI Machine, I go again.

Sadly, even with my best efforts, my story is a rinse, repeat three separate times.

After my third try at the MRI Machine, the attendant informs me I need to leave and reschedule.

He tells me that I need to be sedated so my involuntary muscles stop jerking.

Ugh… My mind spins.

I feel like I just lost a no brainer carnival game.

I am on the be back bus for an MRI this week.

So, my MRI story continues.

This life lesson; Warning: This Mistake Will Destroy Your MRI. Do not move!

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