When I was a kid, I loved to read just about anything I could get my hands on. I still am an avid reader. Since I didn't have a job as a kid and my birthday was only once a year, I couldn't get all the books I wanted, I had to get books another way. Luckily, my mom had moved into a house not far from a local public library.
That wonderful building was my entrance to countless worlds. My favorite part was wandering up and down the aisles, gazing over the multitude of book spines, pulling down every book that called out to me. I got to slay vampires, create mummies, swim with fishes, and visit new planets. Non fiction and fiction books were equal in my eyes.
My mom knew that if I wasn't at the house, I was at the library. If I could have slept there, I probably would have. To this day, I can't even drive past a library without wanting to go in and wander the aisles.
The ramblings of a writer/crocheter who wanders through flurries of cat hair and random skeins of colorful yarn in the search of a great story.
Monday, July 29, 2019
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
Don't Stare Into the Beam
Due to some issues with my knee, I got to experience my first MRI yesterday. It wasn't bad. The nurses were nice and the scrubs they gave me to wear weren't itchy & actually quite comfortable. The weird part is how time passes during the procedure.
Obviously you can not wear any metal whatsoever, so keeping your watch or fitbit on is out of the question. You are told to lie as still as possible, so turning your head to look for a clock is out of the question. They do give you music to listen to, or at least the place I went to did. I was given my choice of music, so I selected rock.
I put the headphones on as they put me into the machine. The person before me was listening to country, so I listened to about half of a song before the music style changed. During the course of the procedure, I listened to six and a half rock songs. If you figure that the average song is about 3 to 3.5 minutes long, you can get a decent gauge on how long you have been in the machine. If we go off that math, I was in the machine for about 7 songs (0.5 country + 6.5 rock). Three to 3.5 minutes per song puts me at 21 to 24.5 minutes. Lee would have been so proud of me mathing during my procedure. Music does make the procedure go by faster, so it makes me wonder if they were able to provide music to those people who needed to have an MRI when the device first came into use.
(Side note: the title of this blog entry came from a note on the MRI machine that was almost right above my head. Not sure what beam they were talking about & I forgot to ask when the procedure was over.)
Obviously you can not wear any metal whatsoever, so keeping your watch or fitbit on is out of the question. You are told to lie as still as possible, so turning your head to look for a clock is out of the question. They do give you music to listen to, or at least the place I went to did. I was given my choice of music, so I selected rock.
I put the headphones on as they put me into the machine. The person before me was listening to country, so I listened to about half of a song before the music style changed. During the course of the procedure, I listened to six and a half rock songs. If you figure that the average song is about 3 to 3.5 minutes long, you can get a decent gauge on how long you have been in the machine. If we go off that math, I was in the machine for about 7 songs (0.5 country + 6.5 rock). Three to 3.5 minutes per song puts me at 21 to 24.5 minutes. Lee would have been so proud of me mathing during my procedure. Music does make the procedure go by faster, so it makes me wonder if they were able to provide music to those people who needed to have an MRI when the device first came into use.
(Side note: the title of this blog entry came from a note on the MRI machine that was almost right above my head. Not sure what beam they were talking about & I forgot to ask when the procedure was over.)
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