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July 07, 2009

Four Words You Never Want to Hear

I had an MRI today. When I scheduled it, do you know what would have been nice to be told? The scan itself would take thirty minutes. THIRTY MINUTES in a BIG TUBE with LOUD NOISES and you CAN'T MOVE.

You know what else would have been nice? Having my appointment at the time it was scheduled instead of an hour and a half later. That's a long time sitting in a hospital gown watching Regis & Kelly banter about tennis and shit.

It's also a long time to people watch. Or specifically old people watch. One of the MRI/CT hostesses (whatever they are called) would walk one in, show them the changing room and give instructions: "Take off your clothes and change into a hospital gown. You may leave your underpants and socks on."

I am highly disturbed by the number of elderly people who responded, "I don't wear underpants."

*shudder*

Not, "I'm not wearing underpants," but, "I DON'T WEAR underpants."

*shudder again*

For the record, I was wearing underpants. I'll let you guess what kind.

another SEXY hospital gown

Comments

ack. at least CT scans are quick.

and they don't wear underpants because of the diapers

Personally I look forward to the day to turn to me and say "I don't wear underpants" but I guess that's a whole different scenario really.

I hope the news is good for you. In the mean time, I know you're loving the 'fresh' feeling of those hospital gowns, but don't get too used to it!

Oh Christ, claustrophobic much? Glad it's done now. Crossing my fingers that they have something good to learn from that ordeal.

And yeah... EWWWwwww...

Yeah, having had my experience in an MRI tube in 2003, I have to say, "not so much." Especially when you have to lie on your back to have an MRI of a herniated disc, and the most painful position is lying on your back.

I so deserved the bottle of wine I drank when I got home.

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