Going from Calm to Crazy Panic in 20 Seconds....

Friday, June 12, 2009....

I bet you didn't think it could be done, but I did it. Woo Hoo! Not.

Today, I was to have my breast MRI and I'm claustrophobic. My sister had booked it for me and when I asked if I'd be enclosed, she said ah no...only your legs and feet are in the machine.

For normal people, going in head first is stressful, for a claustrophobic going in either way is still a NIGHTMARE.

Before the procedure started, I was informed that I would be fully in the machine and I believe the look on my face said it all. No Valium. No Xanax. I was to do this cold turkey.

The tech suggested we try getting me in the machine first before injecting me.

They slowly slide me in, face down, breathing heavy, breaking out into sweat.

By the time they reached my knees, I was CRYING. Not a whimper, but full blown crying.

They slide me out in seconds, but I was paralyzed, eyes shut, still crying.

It took several minutes before I opened my eyes. It was vehemently decided that I would not be doing that again (well, I'd consider if given a local, but don't think insurance would pay for an anesthesiologist).

As I left, I went by my sister's office and left her a note: There are not enough drugs in the world that can convince me to do that again.

Hope your Friday was more fun.