Magnetic Witch

Well, I felt like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day, all trussed up and shoved into the big microwave cooker this afternoon. I went for my second MRI scan and was squished into the tube. Luckily, this time I knew what to expect, so didn't have the panic attack of the first time. I concentrated on my breathing and started to do visualisations.

I wandered through a rose-laden gate and found Mousie, the cuddly old Norwegian Forest cat who I wrote about a while back in Norwegian Swimming Cats and we sat on the patio, Mousie in my arms and purring like an engine. It was a good visualisation, as I could feel and smell her and the sense of calm was amazing. Then, being warm, I walked through the gate into the pool area and peeled off my clothing and climbed, skyclad, into the pool and started swimming lengths. I could feel the coolness of the water, the tang of chlorine in the air and the sun warming the top of my head.

Clearly, this wasn't a good visualisation to do. I thought I had been stock still and was as calm as anything, but it appears that perhaps I had been doing rather too well with my visualisation, as my butt had been jiggling about enough that the MRI images weren't usable. Hmmm, so, being stuffed longer than absolutely necessary in the doughnut of misery, I decided to visualise laying around the edge of the pool sunbathing, which was easy because my back and bum were hot enough to fry and egg on after that long being bombarded with magnetic rays. Oddly, the radiographer told me the next set of images were as crisp as anything!

I wonder if I could get fit laying around in bed thinking about swimming....? Now, there's a thought.

In the meantime, I'm a bit worried that if I go near the fridge, I'll stick to it and not be able to peel myself off...!