...i missed heroes for this...
I'm supposed to be at work right now. Instead, I gave one of the girls at work my hours and decided to stay home. Mental recoup. Or something like that. I'm feeling alternatingly guilty and annoyed at myself for feeling guilty for not going in today. It's not like I called in sick. Or left anyone in the lurch. April was short a shift this week since she had to give one of hers up due to poor scheduling and she wanted an extra shift. I didn't want today's shift and yeah. I'm ridiculous.
Damn my work ethic *shakes fist*
In other news, I had my MRI last night. Holy hell batman, that thing was TERRIFYING. I hate hospitals to begin with. But we made our way up to the 5th floor and I signed in. Filled out the registration form and answered all of the questions.
Waited.
Changed into my gown(s). Had a short 'talk' with one of the attendants. Was led into the room with the huge MRI machine. I swear, it looked like I was in a movie. Or some hospital TV show. I climbed up on the table with my feet first. Put my leg into the contraption and she got me ready. I swear, the machine looked like the Stargate. I was given earplugs, a panic button and last minute instructions and warnings.
Then I started moving. Then I stopped and THANKFULLY I was only in the machine up to my shoulders. My neck and head were left out. I think that would have been the clincher. I'm not at all claustrophobic. But put me in a machine in a hospital, make these loud noises that are random patterns (oxy moron much?) and lock me in... *eeep*
It was okay in that I could watch the clock counting down with each test they ran. They told me it would take approximately 20 - 25 minutes. But I had to be as still as possible. I couldn't move. It's like saying 'don't look down'. You immediately look down. I was okay up until the last quarter of tests. Then I could feel my muscles twitching a lot and I had to focus on my breathing and watching the clock. We had to redo one test, so that took an extra bit of time, but in all, it wasn't as *bad* as I thought it would be. But though, I wasn't sure if my whole body was going to be put in the machine. That I think would have totally freaked me out.
It gave me a lot of time (20-25 minutes) to think. Just think about how one missed step had brought me to this point and time. How I'd spoken to a woman in the waiting room about how this was her second MRI and they still don't know what's wrong with her. How she woke up one morning, a pain in her leg that she'd never known before and a year later she has weekly injections and for three months she couldn't get out of bed. How as much as this sucks for me, and how terrified I am walking down stairs for fear of my leg just breaking and tumbling to my doom (dramatic much?), how lucky I am that it isn't worse. And mostly how in 11 days we will find out the next course of action. Surgery? More therapy? I don't know what the alternative to surgery will be. But I'm used to waiting, I mean hell, it's been 12 weeks, what's another two. You know? But it was funny, because as I was being bathed in magnetic electrodes and probably a lot more radiation than I'd like to think about, in nothing but my knickers, socks and two hospital gowns with cold air being blown up and around every possible nook and cranny in my body, I thought "i'm missing heroes for THIS?'
GAH!!
But thankfully leopardchic79 is awesome and provided me with a wonderful summary of what I missed. What sucks is that we don't have any new Heroes OR Supernatural until January. *pouts* BUT I WANT IT NOW!!!!!