Anyway, there was something wrong with me that was making me so dizzy I couldn’t stand up. I was only able to potter around my flat. It was awful. I felt trapped and useless.
I went to see an ears, nose and throat specialist who said I needed to have an MRI scan.
AN MRI SCAN.
To say I was afraid is an understatement. I’ve watched House. Every time Dr House sends someone for an MRI, they end up having a fit in the machine or something.
I spoke to a few people and they all recalled having one. Telling me how loud it is. How long it takes. How confined you feel.
The thing I was most worried about was the metal. My boyfriend told me that if I had metal shards in my eyes, they would rip out.
BUT WHAT IF I HAVE METAL SHARDS IN MY EYES?
My mind wandered. What if I had metal in me but didn’t know? What if I swallowed some by accident? What if I had a metal rod in me when I was little but my parents never mentioned it?
I was a bit nervous about wearing one of those gown things that show your bum, too.
So it was the day of my appointment I was really nervous. It was after work, so I had to wait all day for it. I had a mobile MRI scanner which was parked outside the hospital. It was kind of like a truck. I read the letter again the day before and it said there were limited changing facilities so to wear comfortable clothing with no metal, so I took a cotton dress to change into at work before I left.
In the waiting room, I had to fill out a health and safety questionnaire. Just asking if I had METAL SHARDS IN MY EYES and stuff like that.
When it was time to go in, the radiologist went through it and asked me all the questions again. Then explained what would happen.
I went into the room with the MRI scanner and they told me to lay on the bed. They gave me some ear plugs and some headphones with the radio on, then put a plastic cage over my head. It had a mirror on it at an angle so I could see the doorway where the radiologists were while I was having my scan. They also gave me a buzzer to press if I felt uncomfortable.
I have to say the worst thing about the whole thing was them talking to me and giving me instructions while I had ear plugs and headphones in. I had no idea what they wanted me to do.
They left me in the room and started the machine.
I laid nervously waiting for the metal in me to cause me sudden death. But that didn’t happen. Because there was no metal in me. After it had started I felt fine.
You can hear the machine banging, but it’s not unbearable. I think I could have done it with no headphones or ear plugs.
After what seemed like 5 minutes, they came on through the headphones to say this was the last scan. Then it was done.
It felt about 10 minutes. It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t loud. I didn’t have to get my bum out.
I just wanted to share my experience as a lot of people made out having an MRI is awful. When it’s not.
You basically just lay there and listen to music.
Have you ever had an MRI scan?