The Tunnel of Doom Squished Me

My doctor prescribed Ativan to help me get through the MRI.

And get through it I did.
I was put into the tunnel head first, and my arms were squished to my sides. The tech told me it was a 'hugging tunnel'.

I could not move. You'd think I'd be nervous. Generally I would. My mind would make leaps like, "Wow, this must be what it feels like when you're about to be shot out of a cannon."

Instead, I laid there all jammed into the machine going, "Meh."

Couldn't even muster up a mild dislike or impatience.

Just... existed.
Had no idea of how much time was passing.
Had no real discomfort other than a couple places that itched and could not be scratched.

Got through it fine, but was VERY sleepy when I got home. I had time for an hour and a half nap. Good choice.

'Cause the FIRST half of the day, I was reminded that I am still a woman. And as a woman, I am subject to the whims of hormones and their varying effects. For me, those effects include a monthly migraine.

This one hit me about 3:20 AM. And I wasn't supposed to take any more Sumatriptan until 5-ish, 12 hours from the previous dose.

But by 10 minutes to 4, I could no longer take the pain. I was getting sicker and sicker, too.

So I had Eric get a pill for me, and when he brought it I washed it down with a sip of water. Into my empty stomach.

I got up about 4:40 because I was feeling sicker and sicker, and thought maybe a shower would help.

And I got out of the shower, started to reach for my towel, said, "Oh shit I'm gonna throw up," sat my dripping wet ass on the toilet because I can't kneel down anyway, and grabbed the garbage can to puke into.

It was good I was sitting where I was. When my body decides to toss ballast, it does so happily and without regard to sensitivity to smells or worry over insults to my dignity.

I don't get to choose which orifice empties the most enthusiastically.

I got rid of what was bothering me. The last bit I threw up was bloody, not unusual due to the fact I took the damn medicine on an empty stomach. I won't make that mistake again.

So a lovely start to the day.

But I made it to work, felt fairly good by then, made it through the MRI, had time for an hour and a half nap, and made it back to work in the afternoon.

My cell phone beeped at me to let me know I had a message.
It was the doctor from the Comp Clinic. He had the results from the back MRI.

They look 'clear'. No disc troubles, no nerves pinched etc... everything looked good.
So a bit of decent news, yes?

So now I'm going to bed as early as I do on a work night, because it's been one hell of an exhausting day and I really need some sleep.

Tomorrow I'll make you smile by telling you a new kid story. Or two.

I love my job.