Thursday, February 09, 2012
Yesterday I was scheduled for an MRI of my left leg. It was a totally humbling experience. First of all, the tech looked at my weight on the doctor's order, looked at me, and gave me a gown that was 3 sizes too big. OK, I know I am big but I am not THAT big...or so I thought. Next it was time to put my leg in the foam cradle to hold it still for the MRI...and my leg wouldn't fit. Maybe...just maybe if I had taken off my pants, but it was tight. So they had to get a "flex" cradle which did not form to my leg. Then, due to the two steel plate and 8 screw that still remain in my right leg, the ordeal lasted over twice as long, which would have been o.k. except for the fact that I was FREEZING and my leg hurt so badly and I wasn't able to move it...I should have taken Advil beforehand. I guess I am fortunate that I fit into the machine, but I just felt horrible. I came home and cried. And I don't cry. Thanks to my sister Becky for listening to me. I'm not giving up, I am looking forward to getting the results so I can get on with this journey...and on with my life.
Take care everyone, and thanks for the encouragement!