Wednesday this was totally easy. Apparently 10 hours of sleep allowed all the pain meds time to do their thing because the amount of pain I had was very tolerable.
I had an MRI squeduled for 9:30 and a bottle of Gatorade primed and ready to chug for 11. I was a bit thirsty. I hadn't had a meal since Monday morning or anything to drink for over 12 hours. Surprisingly though this mandated fasting was way easier than days when I want to fast for prayer or other reasons. I was thankful.
Anyway the tech asked me before the MRI if I had any problems with claustrophobia. I answered, "well I don't particularly want to crawl into a cave for fun but I'm sure I'll be fine for this." That was funny! What person with claustrophobia can pick and choose which small space is acceptable, aren't all small spaces small and therefore freak out worthy?!?
When I was strapped in and wheeled into the MRI tunnel, in my mind it was what I imagined it would be like in the close confines of a space shuttle. The mind, mine especially, takes me to some strange places sometimes. My arms were very snug against my sides, I had straps and machinery fastened across my abdomen, I had on a big, bulky pair of headphones that we're at the moment quiet, and the worst part was that the ceiling was like 6-8 inches from my face. Did the dude not hear what I said about crawling into a cave? I had a squeeze bulb that I could use to alert them that I was freaking out and needed to take a break. My thoughts on the squeeze bulb, however, were this; if I keep squeezing it and taking breaks this could take all day. All day in the cave or 30 minutes? Flipped a coin it ricocheted off the ceiling and poked me in the eye. Just kidding! I chose to close my eyes and breathe. I prayed. I asked God for help. Help holding my breath when they asked, help holding still, help. My help came from the Lord. He was there. In the tunnel right beside me, He was there, and it was good.
I lift my eyes up to the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The maker of Heaven and Earth.
He will not let your foot slip
He who watches over you will not slumber;
Indeed He who watches over Israel
Will neither slumber nor sleep.
THE LORD WATCHES OVER YOU
The Lord is your shade ar your right hand:
The sun will not harm you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm
He will watch over your life;
The Lord will watch over your coming and going
Both now and forevermore. ~Psalm 121
When I am afraid I will trust in you. ~Psalm 56:3
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