May 13, 2020

Nurse: “Lie down, put your left shoulder here, and I’m going to wedge this pillow under your right arm to keep you secure.”
Me: “Okay.”
Nurse: “The procedure will take approximately 20 minutes.”
Me: “Okay.”
Nurse: “Here’s a panic button in case you need it.”
Me: “Okay.”
Nurse: “Here we go.”
Me: “Okay.” I close my eyes as I enter the MRI machine.
Nurse: “I’m going to put the music on now.”
Me: “Okay.” THIRTY SECONDS LATER, not okay, not okay, not okay. “I need to come out!!!”
Nurse: “Don’t worry. Not everyone can handle MRIs. We get the claustrophobics at this office, so we see this all the time.”

Well, it was a 20-minute procedure, alright. Twenty minutes of me crying, as I texted my husband to come pick me up.