I got out of bed surprisingly easily at 6AM, took my meds and puttered around doing chore-like things (emptying dishwasher, etc) until it was time to leave for my MRI. One of the nice things about medical appointments at the crack of dawn (6:45 in my case today) is that, barring some freak staffing accident or mechanical breakdown, they never run late.
And so it was today. I filled out the paperwork ("Hurts more on the left side occasionally, but mostly it hurts the same on both sides.") Zero chance of pregnancy. OK, we're good to go.
The MRI is not unlike the nuclear scan I had post-RAI, in that you get that lovely claustrophobic "I'm stuck in a coffin!" feeling. However, MRIs are worse in that they are so noisy -- at least this particular machine is; the tech actually apologized and said this model is notorious for it. Even though he had me wear earplugs, the noise was so loud it startled me. And since the noise is intermittent, and you have no idea when it will be stopping or starting, you spend the entire time you're in the tube tense, trying not to move a muscle, but getting scared out of your wits every few minutes when the noise starts up again.
Ways in which it was better than the nuclear scan: shorter time (only about 30 minutes), and more head clearance; if I had to sneeze, I wouldn't give myself a concussion.
The noise, though -- I think if I ever need another one of these things, I will go to one of their other offices (they have them all over the place), because that was really bothersome. My neck actually ended up getting a kink in it, because I was holding my body so tense just waiting for the next blast of sound and trying to be still all at the same time.
The report will be to the doctor in 3 or 4 days, so I might not hear anything this week. I'm not enthused about this anyway. I don't really want to go to physical therapy (even though I know how good it is for me) -- it's just really hard to fit it into an already over-crowded schedule, especially when I'm not feeling all that great on top of things.
I guess I'm hoping there's some quick fix -- a cortisone shot, maybe? -- that can settle things down so I can go back to being my usual sorta slouchy self. At the computer, when I'm typing and reading, I'm Miss Ergonomic. Excuse me for wanting to melt like a puddle into the couch when I'm watching mindless television... lately that hasn't been possible. Any extended sitting becomes excruciating if I don't keep my spine properly curved, and it's tiring. This is all probably happening because I have no muscle tone -- I'm slim but not fit. It's not like I've been in any condition to be working out much lately, though. (grrrrr!)