I went for my CT scan today, and it was over in a matter of minutes. Result, I thought. I can go back to work. No, seems the surgeon had left a note for me to have an MR scan as well, which they’d booked in for me at 10:15… only they were running late, and I didn’t get to have it until almost 12:00.
I knew what to expect with the CT scan as I’d been prepared, but the MR scan was a whole new ball game. It was claustrophobic, noisy (and the ABBA on the headphones doesn’t help, only makes things worse) and it was of course magnetic – which as I have a steel rod in my spine made for an interesting experience.
I didn’t leap up and stick to the ceiling, nor did I experience any tingling, but the rod in my spine did heat up with the magnetic field, which made for an extremely strange sensation. I felt like Wolverine, but not in a good way.
Thirty minutes of loud noises, a burning sensation from within my spine and ABBA… what a way to spend the day.
I now have to wait a few weeks to see the surgeon again, before the inevitable decision to cut me open and whip this steel out is made.