||[Oct. 18th, 2004|12:41 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
Ok. So. Two things:|
1) For the record, I'm blaming the bean sprout slash on the mojito.
2) I have an MRI appointment and I'm a touch nervous about the confined space thing. For you mild claustrophobes out there, how long is it and how bad is it?
Depending on what section of the body they're looking at, it should take longer than 15 to 30 minutes ... and that is on the long end. Close your eyes, imagine Pennsic, the smell of woodsmoke, the look of Matt fighting, and remember to breathe ... I will be thinking of you.
Gotcha. It's my knee so it won't be too bad. And Matt says they give you headphones and music to listen to.
Do you need me to come hold your hand? or your foot? Random (PG only) body parts held on request. I still owe you for coming with me for my
tits in a vise mammogram.
[insert totally inappropriate but not too surprising comment from Quasi right about here.]
[insert slightly snarky comeback remark regarding lack of surprise here]
[insert blatantly false claims of emotional devastation, followed by flirtatious comments on appealing body parts]
Nah, I'm ok. But I'm glad I'm going. The cooler it gets the more my knee hurts.
If it's your knee, you should be OK. Mine was my noggin and I had to sit in there for an hour. *blocks memory*
I had my lumbar spine done a few years ago, it was no big woop. You lay there, you listen to the guy on the headphones, things go buzz and wump, no pain involved. Frankly, I'm not sure what the whole "I'm afraid of the MRI" thing is about. I think it's a gimmick the open-MRI people started to drum up business, kinda like Hallmark and Boss' day. Also, keep in mind, you are a leeetle girl and that MRI can hold 350lb men.
Oh, there was one hassle, I had to take out my belly ring.