Finally he was finished with his questions as we started to make our way to the MRI room. He had me lie down on the machine as he began to strap my head in. I was informed that this would be uncomfortable and that I was not allowed to move while it was on. I think he knew how nervous I was. The nurse as well as the doctor himself were trying their hardest to reassure me everything was going to be fine. Then just like that they left me there. I could hear them talking to me through the intercom telling me they were going to start and again to remain perfectly still. Those noises though! Are you kidding me? I’m in here because I am suffering from crippling migraines so you stick me in a machine with all these loud noises for forty-five minutes! Who’s bright idea was this? I wanted nothing more than to pass out. Every single sound was going right through me. I felt as if there was a little person inside my brain that just turned on a jackhammer. Every buzz, every beep, every knock I just wanted to grab my head. They did supply me with these nice little yellow sponge like ear plugs that did absolutely nothing to muffle those sounds. I had to suck it up though I was strapped to this table inside this machine that looked like a tube and I just had to deal with it. I’m not really sure if I actually did pass out or not because before I knew it it was over. I felt the table slowly …show more content…
Bonus, I could finally have coffee! I quickly got dressed out of my scrubs and back into the comfort of my hoodie and yoga pants. The nurse walked me back to mom where I instantly went straight for the little table that held a coffee machine and some paper cups. Ah at last, the coffee which was not the greatest still tasted like a little bit of heaven to me at that moment. I savored every sip enjoying it’s heat in my mouth. A few moments later the doctor came out with the same manila folder and a cd in his hands. The disk was for me to keep which showed the images that were taken of my brain. That was pretty cool even though I don’t know how to read them. He let me know that he had sent the results over to my primary care doctor who would be calling me to make a follow up appointment to discuss the results. That’s it? I still have to wait to find out what’s wrong with me? But that’s just how it works he’s only the technician not my actual doctor. The look on my face must have said it all, how disappointed and aggravated I was. He looked at me with sympathetic eyes and that’s when he said, “ you don’t have cancer, but they will go over the rest of things at your follow