
Today is a bit of a personal post… well, completely personal, actually. Nothing about the Etsy shop, my design business, social networking, being an entrepreneur – we’ll get back to that next week, I promise!
As some of you may know, I’ve been having some health issues of late and it’s gotten me pretty down, at times. A little backstory, I was a competitive gymnast in my youth (many, many years ago) and as a result, my body is a little beat up, a little damaged and is much less cooperative as I get older.
Needless to say, my back has given me some serious complaints lately, and at my last visit to the doctor, an MRI was recommended to rule some things out.
I do NOT like closed-in spaces – I’m not claustrophobic, per se, but I’m certainly not a fan. So, the weeks between the doctor’s visit and last night (when I was scheduled for 8:45pm) were a little fraught with worry, speculation and concern. I tend to try and not get too worked up about things until I’m actually facing them in the moment – a wonderful tool I learned while having to gear myself up for those gymnastic competitions, I’m sure – and I’m happy to say that I succeeded here.
Mostly.
I did have to summon more courage than usual, however, as my biggest fear was that I was going to be lying in a coffin-like enclosed capsule for 40 minutes… but, to my delight, it was smaller than I thought & wide open on both ends.
Excellent.
It was, however, VERY LOUD! The lovely technician that was there to help me through the whole ordeal described the sounds the machine made as “jackhammering”, and she was absolutely right. I did have an option to listen to music through the headphones I was offered, but after sampling the crackling, tinny scratching they emitted, I chose to simply endure the machine’s own tonal qualities.
How do I describe this… ummm… it was like listening to a badly produced 40-minute hip-hop song… minus the melody! Just the beat. Changing it up every 7 minutes or so. I know ’cause in between daydreaming, designing, jamming to the beat & replaying the movie “Legend” in my head, I counted.
Well, what else was I gonna do?!
Oh, and every so often I would get unceremoniously scooted up or down through the tube as if I was on a bobsled, which was slightly unnerving as I was told that I had to stay VERY STILL.
Seriously?
Nevermind the fact that I suffer from legtwitchyitis whenever I lie down, the occasional impromptu scooting tested my willpower, to say the least.
The nice thing was that just before or after I got scooted, the lovely technician would click in and ask me how I was doing.
Now, I know they’re supposed to do that to make sure you’re not about to whig out and start flailing around helplessly or pounding on the machine (I figured that’s what the panic/blood pressure pump-thing was for), but I thought it was awfully thoughtful and kind of her to check on me.
So, I continued to lie there as still as I could, trying to see if I figure out the pattern of when I was going to get scooted next and had gotten to the scene in “Legend” where Darkness starts running towards Jack (in FABULOUS slow motion) and pins him to the wall with those great big black horns (SUCH a great scene), when the tech clicked in and told me I had 4 minutes left!
And after the last portion of the machine’s song that actually had me itching to start performing some sort of tribal dance ended, everything powered down (think the Death Star in “Star Wars”!) and the tech scooted me out one last time… and that was that.
The jackhammering stopped.
Of course, all that thrumming left me feeling a drunk exiting a rave into an unknown alley, but all in all, I thought I did pretty well.
Now that the procedure is done, however, the hard part comes next… waiting to hear and accept what the results are. With any luck, they’ll be positive and offer some relief for this back of mine that has decided to fail and betray me.
A great big thanks to my loving, supportive family & friends and to the wonderful technician who was the absolutely blissful blend of competence & kindness.
And always to my wonderful husband. Always.
TGIF and I gingerly negotiate the path to the weekend with a hopeful spirit – I hope you do, too!
Gerixx
ps… I know I’ve seen this design somewhere – maybe lots of places, so thanks for the inspiration to whomever originally designed it






















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