Had my MRI yesterday, it was awful. I had to be there even before the ass crack of dawn. Which really wasn’t a problem for me because I like the dark, but I had to hear mom complain about it the whole way there, and it’s a 45 minute drive.
Got there, went to my room to wait for 1.5 hours. We watched HGTV to kill the time. Finally they came to get me, took me to the MRI room where I could hear it making that creepy chirping noise. Dude was like “I’m gonna give you some oxygen, take ten deep breaths.” That was not oxygen, he tricked me lol. Mom was in the waiting room for over 2 hours. What could even have taken that long, I do not know. I awoke, thankfully didn’t puke, and went to recovery. I really hope I don’t have to have another one for a long time. I know I probably have a lifetime of MRIs ahead of me, I just don’t want them to be so common.
I did not get to have my lip rings put back in, I’m having to wait. I think I’ll just try to do it myself. Watch me injure myself somehow. It’ll probably happen lol
Apparently I can no longer sleep on my sides. I unintentionally fell asleep on my right side last night and woke up feeling like every bone in my body was broken. I can’t even describe it. That’s how you know you’re fucking old. Haha
Oh, and Happy Spooky Season! I can go ahead and say it because September is basically October anyhow ;D