I have mentioned in an article that I am extremely claustrophobic almost to the extent that I become completely irrational. Anything slightly enclosing on me seems to be a threat to my senses.
One of my grandsons had to have a MRI this past week and I was even terrified for his feelings and senses. He was given a tranquilizer to help him with his anxiety. The doctors told us it would either relax him or stimulate him. Well, it stimulated him to the extent he was nearly aggressive and confrontational. He really wanted to start a brawl. He eventually entered the tube looking structure with the bright lights blinking and the ear-piercing sounds supposedly subdued by the earphones sending out music to deter your uneasiness but he still could not hold still from the nerves wracking his body. After several minutes inside this cylinder/donut appearing mechanism, the scan was over.
I kept telling him over and over how brave I thought he was and he just repeated, “I’ll never do it again.”
I can tell you this is a most horrifying experience for even a grown woman – Me!
Several years ago I had some back problems and needed to have a MRI scan run. This was before we purchased our new MRI and at that time it was secured inside a trailer truck parked out on the back parking lot of the hospital. I was not given that “I don’t give a care” pill and I was totally freaking out. They carried me across from the emergency room doors and pushed me up the ramp and laid me down on the little stretcher that would transfer my body into the closed in tube. As the bed began to slowly move forward, I grabbed the top of the enclosure and screamed, “STOP”. I just could not go inside that tight tunnel, eyes shut, eyes open, no musical interlude, I was just scared stiff. They pulled me out, after prying my hands loose, and as I tried to roll off the table, I hit the floor. Now, I really had back pain. Hyperventilating and shaking like a wind blowing leaf, they got me back into the wheel chair to transfer me back to the hospital. Well, I was shaking so badly,
I fell out of the chair in a dead faint right onto the asphalt of the parking lot. Now I had back pain, skinned knees and anxiety.
I agree with Sam, I will never do that again, unless I am highly sedated and strapped to the stretcher!
I believed after he went through this uncomfortable episode, he deserved one of my special chocolate cakes. It made him feel lots better!!
The Best Chocolate Cake
1 box Devil’s Food cake mix
1 small box Jell-O instant chocolate pudding mix
1 cup of sour cream
1 cup vegetable oil
4 large eggs
½ cup milk
2 t. vanilla extract
Mix all together in a large mixer bowl until well incorporated and pour into two 9” round pans. Bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes.
Frost with:
Chocolate Buttercream Icing
2 sticks of butter., melted
1 box of powdered sugar
¾ cup of cocoa powder
3 t. vanilla
1-2 T. milk
Combine powdered sugar and cocoa powder on low until combined. Add the butter, and vanilla and mix well. Add milk 1 tablespoon at a time until you reach your consistency.
