I had an appointment with the monster today - the monster being an MRI machine.
Although I was prepared for it not being very pleasant, I was in no way prepared for full on claustrophobia… It hit me like a hurricane as soon as I got my head and chest in there, so they had to pull me out again.
Luckily, I had a very understanding radiographer, who assured me I wasn’t the first one, and who allowed me a few minutes to collect myself. He then suggested to turn everything around, and “put me in” feet first. He assured me that my head would be just inside the opening, and that he’d pull me out as soon as I pressed the button, if need be.
I managed. It wasn’t too bad, actually - I could see outside just by tilting my head slightly, and the angst didn’t come back. Well, it would have if I’d let it, but I was prepared this time, and was able to concentrate enough to keep it away for the duration.
I hope I never have to have the full on examination - I’ll have to be medicated. Heavily.
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Stumble it!
