My experiences with MRI's

 Most of the time, not all the time, I have to be in the hospital at CHOP and they would have to place me in this huge casket like tube called an MRI or in other words Magnetic Resonance Imaging for short.


I have to be on this cold table, they have to put an IV in me (which they do every time I'm in the GD hospital) so they can inject some glowing goo into my body. Some people have to deal with MRI's in their life. I have have it once every two years for my heart ever since I was a little girl. When I was little, my mom always said that I would fidget and not cooperate (especially during the IV session) and they would have to get other doctors to hold me down (NOT KIDDING HERE) 


 I love my heart and I just don't like being in hospitals. Every time I'm in CHOP, it's a trip down bad memory lane to me. Mostly in the summer, once every two years I think, I would have to go for this MRI for my heart so they see if everything is OK. It would take them two to three hours just to see if my heart was OK. Being nervous in the hospital is nothing new to me. But CHOP hospital in Philadelphia is like a maze. You can barely find where you're going. At least we found the place.
 Now a days, it's not a hassle, but deep down, I'm still scared to be in the hospital like any other normal person would be. I'm not the only one that gets MRI's and they are not just for the heart. They can be for a broken bone too. 


However, the worse part is the noise the machine would make. I mean, yes I'm glad it was taking pictures of my heart and all, but still I just had to hold my breath for a few seconds while the machine made real loud noises. It was just insane. Two hours to be in there. Half the time, I fell asleep, but still was able to focus on what they were saying from the outside. MRI's are not fun, but sometimes, they are needed, especially in my case. Till then, Caio Bloggers! Till next time. Enjoy the summertime!