Today in My Shoes . . . I Sleep in the MRI
MRI. Magnetic Resonance Imaging. A truly incredible technology when you think about it. A massive magnet, affecting the spin of your protons, and somehow creating an image. That’s some real science fiction type sh#t if you know what I mean.
If you are lucky, you will never need an MRI in your entire life. Maybe, you have one or two. To date, I have probably had close to 50 of them. I’m pretty sure I should have some sort of electromagnetic powers at this point.
My first MRI was back when I was about 9 years old. I was in hospital in South Africa because my hip had just about disintegrated (it was the most painful experience of my life, but that’s for another blog ). There was no MRI at the hospital I was in, so I remember taking an ambulance ride to the hos
pital where they did have the machine. (MRI was a pretty new technology back then, so they were somewhat rare, at least in South Africa.)
Then the big moment arrived. I was placed on the MRI table, strapped in so I didn’t wiggle and ruin the pictures, and then I was placed in “the tube.” It was certainly close quarters, but didn’t bother me so much. My mom sat on the end of the tube near my head. She told me stories. We pretended I was in a space capsule. It made it that much more fun, an adventure. My mom had a great way of doing that with and for me.
There was comedy: At one point, my incredible pediatrician Dr. Rene Heitner, came to pay me a visit. He stuck his head in the tube to say hi. Moments later, he was being strangled by his stethoscope that had wrapped around his neck and was being pulled into the machine by the massive magnet. Fortunately he was able to remove himself without any serious damage, to him or the machine. It gave us all a good laugh. We needed it.
There was drama too. Because I had been in the hospital, I had an IV in my arm. While I was in the MRI, the vein ruptured and the IV was no longer usable. No big deal, except that I was in the MRI and it couldn’t be changed. If you have ever had a vein rupture, you know what I am talking about. If not, let me tell you, it hurts. A lot. Finally, the IV was replaced and all was well. I took the ambulance back to my hospital, got back in bed, and most likely got to sleep.
And that was my first MRI, nearly 30 years ago. Quite an unforgettable experience. Since then, they have all been calm and routine. No more ruptured IV lines, no more strangulation by stethoscope.
In fact, I am so used to them at this point that I actually fall asleep in them. Yup. In that tiny little tube, on the hard table, with the massive amounts of noise, I drift into sleep. It’s a pretty surreal experience to say the least.
As I reflect on it now, I realize the super power that all of those MRI experiences have given me. Even in the most challenging and uncomfortable of places, I can find calm. I can find peace. On this exciting adventure that we call life, I think that’s a pretty good power to have. Now if I could only get the silverware to stop sticking to me . . .
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