My notes and questions (scribbly was in pain and on drugs, less scribbly was me feeling better) |
To the MRI dungeon and idiot MRI man: "You're the first pregnant person I've done an MRI on in 20 years. Are you sure you want to do this?" Screw you. Yes. My doctor and radiologist already said it was more than OK so I don't need you freaking us out. Did we freak out? Yes, I think Adam was more worried than me but I was in the zone and ready for this thing. He was much nicer later when he found out who Adam was. "Oh, that name sounds familiar. Oh, I've heard him on the radio. Oh, cool!" Note to self: name drop hubby more and people are nicer to you.
So, MRIs are not pleasant. I expected the worst, and it wasn't the worst thing ever but it was very loud. Like, in a really bad night club with terrible electronic techno music and you're sober and want to go home bad. I was more concerned about the baby being bothered by the noise and also my pain pill wearing off and having to lie flat and being really uncomfortable. Luckily, it went 'quick' per the idiot guy's standards and off I went. I had spoken to the radiologist prior to going in and requested he read the results quick as my parents were leaving soon, and apparently the second it was over he was taking a peek. I guess I did have everyone's attention.
The final product... really creepy, I know.
The bright areas are fluid, so bladder on the bottom, cyst/mass on the right, stomach top left. Oh, and creepy baby too. Sorry baby. |
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