I’m having an MRI done today.
My left shoulder is injured (no doubt a result of daily blog postings to The Egg).
When my doctor put in the order with my insurance company, I made sure it said “open MRI” on all the paperwork. And when I later made the appointment with the radiology center, I re-confirmed that I was scheduled for an open MRI machine.
I would have to be sedated to go through the tunnel in the regular MRI machine.
Yep, I’m one of those claustrophobic types. I don’t just talk the talk; I really am claustrophobic. And unfortunately, my fear of tight spaces has reared its ugly head in public places in the past.
Most memorably, I panicked in the tiny, windowless elevator at the St. Louis Arch. If you ever been, you understand. If you’ve never been and you’re claustrophobic?
Of course, going into my appointment today, I wonder if my chart has special notes on it because I specifically requested the open MRI.
Do you think there’s a medical code for ‘wuss?’