This afternoon, I had an MRI on my knee. The tech asked me several times, “What did you do to injure your knee.” Nothing really, I kept telling her. It just gradually started hurting more and more.
Apparently this is not a good answer. Or, perhaps she thought she would finally make me break down and confess to pole dancing in all that free time I have hiding around.
I don’t think I have mentioned it on here, but my knee has really been bothering me the past year or so. I have had trouble with it off and on since playing tennis in high school, but it has gotten worse lately. (I suspect this is partially because I am on the floor the whole time I am working with toddlers that I do therapy with.)
I had a set of X-rays done on my knee a couple of weeks ago, but there was no findings on it. It was, as they told me, “unremarkable.” Humph! Unremarkable!
I was relieved that when they scheduled the MRI that they promised that I would go in feet first, and that my head shouldn’t have to be in the machine. Per their promise, it was true, and I was thrilled to only be in from about mid-abdomen down.
However, one promise was not kept. They told me I could bring a CD to listen to, and so I did. (I actually brought three so that I could decide at the last minute.) I told the girl that I had a CD with me (when she asked about music), but then she just asked what kind of music I wanted to listen to. So, I realized this meant that I didn’t really get to listen to one of my CDs. So, I told her generally what I like (she asked for band examples), and then she proceeded to pop headphones onto my ears (on a country station at that point), send me into the MRI machine, and then didn’t ever change the station.
And, I was left to lay there thinking, “I’m surrounded by a VERY loud machine that is freaking me out just a little bit, and you’re making me listen to country music???”
I did give her the benefit of the doubt that she didn’t realize what was on the radio, but then when I left, I realized that they were listening in the booth to what was on the headphones. So, apparently they wanted to listen to country music. Lucky me.
(Hey — no offense if you like country music — I have some on my iPod, actually. But, it is a select few.)
So, while I would like to say that the country music was the worst part, just to be difficult like that, I have to admit that the worst part was the I’m an itchy person. So, I kept have all kinds of itches that I wasn’t allowed to scratch. Oh…and, of course, there also was the part where I had to leave my knee in the same position the whole time (ouch) — but I’ll go with the itchies as the hands down winner for worst part.
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