Mmmm… Brains….

Posted By on May 7, 2007 at 7:55 pm

I’ve just arrived home from what may be the last “long” drive I take for a while — I had my third MRI today.
Compared with the previous two MRIs, this one was a good deal more difficult. Despite being of significantly shorter duration — approximately half an hour in the machine, rather than the 45 or more minutes for the earlier instances — this episode was complicated due to it being my brain they were looking at.
On the MRI machine’s sliding table was a cradle in which I rested the back of my head. OK, that’s not so bad, I thought. Then as I lay there, they clamped down the restraint for the front of my head. I don’t know how best to describe it, but have you ever seen The Man in the Iron Mask?
Now, it wasn’t a full-contact restraint. Indeed, there was almost no contact… but I could feel my whiskers and the tip of my nose touching it. I’m not claustrophobic, but this was a very near-run thing. I closed my eyes, focused on my breathing and listened to the radio as well as I could over the noise of the machinery. It helped.
Halfway through, they stopped the imaging, told me to keep holding still, and slid me out of the imager. This was to be a “high contrast” MRI, so they had to inject gadolinium into my bloodstream. It only took them five tries to find a vein. Mister Pincushion, I. They then slid me back into the machine and completed the scan.
The results? I don’t know yet; it will be a few days at least. We can, however, pretty much rule out a vertebral disk problem. That leaves a tumor or MS as the most likely diagnoses. I don’t know which one to root for.
On the plus side, this MRI will provide proof positive, for all you doubting Thomases, that I am indeed possessed of a brain.
Here, BTW, is what I suspect the MRI will show:

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Proper Holiday Merrymaking

Posted By on May 5, 2007 at 4:10 pm

Jack M., guest-posting at Ace of Spades, presents his list of ways one can celebrate the Fifth-o of May-o.

8) Finally, I wrap up the day’s fun by going to the most ritzy French restaurant in town and saying “You lost to…Mexico. Mexico.” Then I just laugh and laugh and laugh.

Sounds like a great deal of fun to me.