PLEASE SEE THE END OF THIS POST FOR THE WINNERS OF THE KABOO BAGS.
(was it you?)
Yesterday I headed to a local hospital for an MRI of my pelvis before I head into surgery. (one week from today……freakin’ EEEEK!) It was my first experience with an MRI so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I made sure to ask if I could “stay cute” while in the tunnel. They agreed to let me keep on my Vintage Rose Wrap and also my Choose Joy Rubber Bracelet. And somehow that made my whole experience much better. (I’m crossing my fingers that the Choose Joy bracelet is going with me into the O.R. but we’ll have to see.)
They asked me if I am usually claustrophobic. And the answer is “sometimes”. I for sure am when my two brothers are holding me under a blanket. NOT OKAY. But I thought I might be okay doing this.
As soon as I was put into that tunnel. I had to focus on breathing. Just telling my brain that there was an easy way out. Then I decided closing my eyes was a good idea.
Then I will share the FIRST thought that came into my head as soon as my eyes closed….
“If I farted in here….I would totally end up giving myself a covered wagon”
Yep. Apparently I’m WAY less mature than previously thought.
Good to know.
After a few minutes my breathing became more even. I felt more calm. And the noises quit scaring me.
And then….all I could think about was that episode of Friends when Ross plays the keyboard. And I was waiting to hear his voice say, “Electrifying……..infinite…..time” (that kinda made me giggle, and I wasn’t supposed to move)
After that….I still had like 30 minutes left…
So I:
- thought about “to do” lists before I have surgery
- what order I’d like to ride the rides at Disneyland
- whether or not I should keep the “red” hair
- what song I’d use to try out for American Idol
And then I just started to get irritated. Because the loud, pulsing sounds were throwing off my head singing.
So then I focused just on those rhythms. And seriously, a lot of 80′s hair band songs went super well with them. They kept changing though.
It was best for me to come up with my own songs in my head. I was in the middle of a fantastic tune about corn chowder and a man with a gun……(I know….believe me, it was awesome) And then she said “Mrs. Garner, we are all done)
Sweet.
Not too shabby.
Today I am super resting. And announcing the 2 winners of the 2 amazing Kaboo Bags featuring tech pockets.
Both winners have received e-mails about their win and how to claim their bag. So if your name happens to be “Danielle or Crystal” and you don’t have an e-mail….it’s probably not you. Sorry. (I get your frownie face. This is a nice bag)
Hope you have a great day.
Go on with your bad self, woman! Way to rock the MRI!
And by the way, the covered wagon comment made me choke on my diet root beer. And then I thought to myself, “Self, I bet this woman and I could have an AMAAAAAZING burping contest because we’re both like… totally TWELVE.”
Good luck with surgery next week. I’ll be sending good healing vibes for a perkier pooper!
For sure….with the amount of Diet Coke I drink. I can rock a great burp.
Thanks so much for the vibes. I for sure need them!
The covered wagon thought is the exact reason I call you friend.
That comment doesn’t surprise you AT. ALL. Right?
You make me laugh. I think we share the same sense of humor. I use humor to get through the tough stuff. I recently got to experience an ambulance ride & 2 day hospital stay for a seizure that I don’t remember having (at 2am). While in the hospital I got to have a CTscan, MRI and an EEG. While going through all the tests I kept asking the techs if my hair looked ok. I mean I didn’t have time to get all pretty before heading to the hospital. Next week another EEG and hopefully some answers. Hope all goes well with your surgery and you have a speedy recovery. Sending happy thoughts your way.
Dude. I TOTALLY get being concerned with hair. That’s important. The tech was laughing at me when I wanted to keep on my pretties. But he was totally cool with it. Good luck with that EEG next week. I’m on some anti-seizure meds right now. And they make me SLEEEEEEEEPY!
I LOVE you and your sweet crazy train!
kisses
heather
Shoot! I should have seen if I could get the actual “Crazy Train” song to work with the beats. Dang. Maybe I should go back.
My husband and I took a photo of ourselves next to a street sign that said “Covered Wagon” on our honeymoon. I believe we started our marriage on a the right foot. And you know that primary song about covered wagons? Yeah, we are the most mature adults during that one in the primary program…
Well, I hope the surgery provides some much needed relief! Good luck!
Oh my HECK! I think we might be best friends forever. Now the 24th of July meeting is gonna be impossible for me. Nice.
Congratulations to the Winners.
Sweet Dress/frock Ellie!
get better soon!
I am just about to send you winners addresses. Yay! They are on your way.
I love this post! I am totally book marking it for future reference if I ever have to have an MRI…or know anyone how needs to have an MRI! Good luck with your surgery!
So they can see that I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy? Nice.
I love you even more than I thought possible. Kindred spirits, I tell ya!
Right? Why weren’t you there to sing my corn chowder song with me? It could’ve used a harmony section.
Love ya Lara!
Thanks Leanne. I quite love you too!
Youll have 2 very happy ladies before the weekend!
OMG OMG I am LMAO! And I sooo needed to LMAO! Girl you are hysterical that’s why I love your blog! Just when I think I’m over it I start chucking again…yeah my maturity level is pretty low too LOL!! Hope it all works out next week and get to keep Joy on your wrist
What? They didn’t let you take your iPod and listen to it? You need to tell the peeps, to “get with the program” and allow you to use your iPod/touch/phone! Our hospital plugs it in out in the room the workers are in and you get to listen to headphones while you are going through the MRI! Helps so much and gives your mind something to do, other than get freaked out!
I just snorted at my desk. At work. Oh, I don’t consider myself claustrophobic either, unless my brother and sister pile pillows on my head and sit on them. How did we survive childhood?
Good luck with everything!
Um you are awesome! ( I hope you could hear the inflection in my voice. I am also bowing to your super bad self! I have to get completely drugged to get in an MRI machine. I have had more of them than I care to count and after the first one without the drugs…. well lets just say ….drugs, drugs, I must have them now…. I’m sorry you are going through something that will require surgery. I wish you a speedy recovery.
I am new to your blog and happy I found you. I send Hugs!
P.S. I love the title of your blog too!