|Boxes are magnetic to cats!|
Photo taken by my sister
I was at work today and for some reason I asked about my time off for the coming Thursday. Since I would be having my MRI then. Problem was however: the traffic controller couldn't find any mention of that time off. But I knew they had done it! Why oh why couldn't I find the note I had?
Fast forward about twenty minutes and the traffic controller asks me to come to his office. The note was for today, not for Thursday. But the appointment is for Thursday though. Or is it? I got confused and in the end I phoned the MRI place and got the confirmation: the scan was today!
So, I went in today. Took off everything with metal in. Was told to lie down on some board or other. Got some earphones. And was then rolled into the big machine. Twenty minutes of a big hammer trying to kill a little bird, of grinding, beating, rattling and a lot more noises and I was done. By then my hips hurt and it took a bit of effort to get off the board.
I will find out in about four working days (from my regular doctor's office) whether it is prolapse or not. I suspect not. If it isn't, as I suspect, I want another referral. This time to see a gynaecologist. Which I feel is more to the point than the interesting MRI.
To be continued...