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?
Don’t go.
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?’
Tight spaces
I am claustrophobic.
Riding the elevator to the top of the St. Louis Arch. Getting an MRI for a shoulder injury. Or simply being crowded into the corner of the elevator by one too many people.
But I never thought a facial would freak me out.
I was at a salon today over lunch — indulging in said facial, thanks to a birthday gift card from a generous friend — and the technician completely covered my face with a solid wrap, leaving only a small slit for my mouth.
Needless to say, I panicked.
Once I explained my phobia, she offered to leave a slit for my nose as well. I still couldn’t see, but I did deep breathing and mind games to remain calm. Not exactly the soothing experience I had in mind…but hey –
My skin looks fabulous!
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