Just got home after getting an MRI on my neck. They asked me if I’m claustrophic (I’m not) but I didn’t realize it would be like getting wedged into a horizontal well for a half-hour. Now I know why I see all these ads for open MRIs!
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When I got an MRI (heart), it was like an immersive performance art experience. A futuristic machine engulfed me, and a disembodied voice gave me weird but innocuous commands.
So, um, try to look at the bright side?
How did you do it, Susie? I have to have one done on my neck. I went up and saw what you got pictured here, and I just don’t want to do it. I tried one about ten years ago, one of the ones where there are two large discs and you get in between theses two discs which are eighteen inches apart. I freaked out, All I could think of was that story about when they did this urban renewal, I think down in Connecticut, and they had to move a cemetery and all the graves, and when they were finished they estimated that ten % of the people in the graves were buried alive – from the claw marks on the inside of the caskets. That’s why I didn’t finish it.
If it bothers you that much, find an open MRI center. As I say, I’m not claustrophobic, but it was… not pleasant.
I’m not really claustrophobic either, but I had an MRI last month and freaked; I hit the emergency toggle almost immediately. The techs were good, though, they asked me if I would try going in feet first and keep my eyes closed. I tried it and it was much better. Not pleasant, mind you, but doable. Oh and the noise…
If you are distressed by MRIs, and an open one isn’t an option, I think that’s why Ativan was invented. Really, your PCP ought to help you out. You won’t be the first artificially relaxed person to enter that tube.
It is noisy, earplugs help.
I did my trip through the MRI without any chemical help, lying on my stomach for the whole 45+ minutes with my breasts hanging through a hole. Now that’s uncomfortable!