Thursday, June 18, 2009
"These are the Voyages...": MRI Fun
I had my very first MRI today, on the hapless knee that is giving me so much grief. It was so Star Trek! Here's exactly what the machine looked like though this is not a picture I took myself.
If you have had MRI's you know what I mean but the sounds that machine made!! It was almost comical. If Buck Rogers needed a machine to sound 'outer space like' this one would fill the bill.
I parked far away from the facility because I located a free spot, and then hobbled all the way to the door whereupon I spied about 56 empty parking spots labeled "MRI PATIENTS". Well I needed the fresh air oh dee doh doh.
As soon as I was parked in the space capsule and the young lady told me not to move, I had a huge desire to twitch my toes, sneeze, yawn, shift around, stretch, wave my feet in the air, and otherwise perversely agitate my limbs. I had to meditate on a little spot I saw above my face, which when my eyes focused properly was a tiny sign reading:
LASER BEAM: DO NOT STARE INTO THIS LENS
It took 25 minutes for this high-tech process to run its beeping blanging buzzing course. The patient after me was a disoriented man in a wheelchair who thought the nurses had stolen his clothes; they were all quietly upset and at great pains to explain to him that no, his clothes were safe; 'Well then where are they?', he demanded. "They're in the locker". "Show me my pants!!" he demanded. I felt bad for all of them but I beat a hasty retreat.
My MRI novice run was preceded by a delightful lunch with a work colleague, at which so much skinny was dished that I can hardly remember it all...but it revolved around my college, the dean whereunto pertaining has resigned after creating some chaos, and which dean's secretary has posted this sign on the dean's door:
The flashed out part says "transition", and as a whole the sign pretty much says it all.