Better Living Through Chemistry?
Jan. 16th, 2007 08:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chickwriterNot so much.
The MRI was indeed, WAY better than anticipated, thanks to the open MRI machine. The top piece was mere inches from my nose, but touched no part of my body. There were no sides, so I didn't feel enclosed at all.
Mostly, it was boring, although they did play some nice background music - more of the sounds of nature/flute kind, which really helped. After a while, and I can't say how long I'm shite at time-sense, my shoulder/arm started to hurt because of the position it was in.
Basically, I toughed it out until the end, which was about 30 minutes after we started.
When I got home, I took a painkiller (Ultracet) - which I dislike doing because I tend to sleep poorly and with funky, nearly hallucinogenic dreams.
Last night was no exception. For some reason, I dreamt that I was visiting* the Shrub** and his lady wife, Laura. WHY was my twisted psyche going there? Because really, that's pretty much the last thing I care to do. I woke up this morning with a sense of "WTF was I doing there?"
Maybe when I go see the doc for follow up after the MRI results come back, I can get a different kind of pain pill. I'm seriously not doing that again.
Off to work...
*By "visiting", I mean socially, as if we were friends!! EEP!
** And by "the Shrub", I mean the person that is now in the White House pretending to be President.
The MRI was indeed, WAY better than anticipated, thanks to the open MRI machine. The top piece was mere inches from my nose, but touched no part of my body. There were no sides, so I didn't feel enclosed at all.
Mostly, it was boring, although they did play some nice background music - more of the sounds of nature/flute kind, which really helped. After a while, and I can't say how long I'm shite at time-sense, my shoulder/arm started to hurt because of the position it was in.
Basically, I toughed it out until the end, which was about 30 minutes after we started.
When I got home, I took a painkiller (Ultracet) - which I dislike doing because I tend to sleep poorly and with funky, nearly hallucinogenic dreams.
Last night was no exception. For some reason, I dreamt that I was visiting* the Shrub** and his lady wife, Laura. WHY was my twisted psyche going there? Because really, that's pretty much the last thing I care to do. I woke up this morning with a sense of "WTF was I doing there?"
Maybe when I go see the doc for follow up after the MRI results come back, I can get a different kind of pain pill. I'm seriously not doing that again.
Off to work...
*By "visiting", I mean socially, as if we were friends!! EEP!
** And by "the Shrub", I mean the person that is now in the White House pretending to be President.
