Laying down inside the tight tube of the MRI machine, with my head imobilized inside a plastic cage, I watched through the tiny mirror just over my head as the technicians in another room preparaed the computers for my MRI. While I was waiting, I thought about what the nurse told me while I was getting dressed for the MRI, she said, "this is your 12th MRI with us." I had four MRI's previous to coming to this clinic, therefore I was now about to experience my sixteenth MRI in twenty-three years.
As I watched the technitians, I caculated that I have had one MRI about every 11.6 months over those many years. And I remembered that all those MRIs had bee virtualy clean. The only lesions that were ever found were "too tiny" and did not corelate with my MS symptoms (of which there have been many). While I has having these thoughts I was holding on to the soft plastic emergency plunger with a cord that ran out to the technicians. And when I pressed the emergency plunger, it was not because I was having a claustriphobic attack, but because I was tired and I could not take it anymore.
As I watched the technitians, I caculated that I have had one MRI about every 11.6 months over those many years. And I remembered that all those MRIs had bee virtualy clean. The only lesions that were ever found were "too tiny" and did not corelate with my MS symptoms (of which there have been many). While I has having these thoughts I was holding on to the soft plastic emergency plunger with a cord that ran out to the technicians. And when I pressed the emergency plunger, it was not because I was having a claustriphobic attack, but because I was tired and I could not take it anymore.
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