If you don't know what MRI stands for, it means Magnetic Resonance Imagining. Why do I wanna blog about this?
I just came back from an MRI. I have to deal with having an IV in me all day long. I hate needles. I just try to hold my breath, count to ten and let them stick it in me. Praying that it will come out soon.
I've been having trouble with my heart since I was born. Had to go through huge surgeries one after another. I was only a little girl when it happened but it feels as it just happened yesterday. My family has been sticking by my side ever since my huge Fontan Procedure that I had when I was very little. Sadly, had a stroke and now have a scar on the side of my brain since I can't remember much about that.
First off I have to be in this huge tube, it's like being a cannoli, or something rolled up. It is so dark, you have to stare at this gray tube with a purple line through it. There are noises that are so loud that even the earplugs they give me don't even help. Mostly the noises are loud to quiet to "Bang, Bang, Bang" These sounds are really loud.
Then someone tells me to breathe in, then out, then they want me to hold my breath. That will take a while and believe me, one to two hours later, it's over.
Some people get MRI's but different one's. Mine is for my heart (of course), but some people do have MRI's for their heads, bones and other parts of the body, but I think the heart is the most hardest for for the MRI's. More equipment is used and the longer it is, depending on the heart's condition, and me having a three chambered heart, they have to see through all the pictures they take (and that's why I have to hold my breath) it seems me going though year after year just to see how my heart is and having to stay in one position, not moving for almost two hours as the doctors look at my heart and put something cold though my veins from the IV, knowing I just want to know if my heart will ever be healthy. All I know is, it is ok.
Till then, Ciao bloggers!
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