So I have to go have an MRI on Thursday and then see a neurologist next week to see if they can figure out why I'm still having vertigo.
I suppose there's always the chance that they'll find something horrible in my brain but I'm more worried right now about spending an hour shoved into a metal tube without any escape hatch.
My husband says it's just like being in the tanning bed. The main problem with that comparison is that when I go tanning I don't even keep the bed lid down the entire time I'm in there. I'm a wee bit claustrophobic, but I go tanning occasionally because I like the heat. It feels like a 20 minute vacation and it's a great way to unblock writers' block.
An MRI machine is different, not only because I won't have a sunny glow when I'm finished. I can't open the side and get some fresh air halfway through. What if I have a panic attack in there? What if they put me in there and forget about me? That really happened, you know.
I'm already having nightmares about it. My doctor gave me some Xanax for the event; a little meds go a long way with me so here's hoping that I'm alert enough to answer any questions while being drugged enough to not know (or care) what's going on.