Perhaps you were a cobra in a previous incarnation.....No more irrational than me being afraid of the movie "Riki Tiki Tavi". I had an Aunt who was scared of cats.
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Your only mistake there was not burning the house down before asking your DH.Me too! A couple of months ago, I was home alone and walked right by a snake. In. My. House. IN. MY. HOUSE!! (Granted it was about the size of a very large earth worm, but still! It was In. My. House!) I very quickly jumped up on the couch and kept it within eyesight (because once you lose sight of it, you will never feel safe again until it is found and dealt with). Luckily, it was slow moving. I called DH (he works about 5 min from the house). And he had the nerve not to answer his phone. Repeatedly. Like 30 times repeatedly. Finally, I decided I had to take action. Since it was so slow moving, I ran to the kitchen and got a large plastic popcorn bowl. I came back and waited for him to move away from the baseboard. Then I tossed the bowl on top of him and ran up on to a chair to watch him (in case he was able to free himself). I continued calling DH (he finally answered). I suggested we burn the house down afterwards, but DH said no.
Have you ever had an MRI? Knowing how I am, when I had to get an MRI, I requested an open MRI. Got there and nope. Couldn't do it. Had to find a place where I could do a 'standing' MRI.
Oh dear Lord - I can't even think about having another MRI. I went into the first one without having any idea; how bad could it be, right? Mine was the head-first-into-the-tube-locked-into-the-face-cage kind and involved an injection of tracer-dye part of the way through that I couldn't see coming. Bar-none the longest 42 minutes of my life. Honestly, I am a very cool-cucumber but I barely made it through and I simply don't know that I could bring myself to have another one.I have to have them twice a year and since they are brain/spine, they can’t be done in an open machine. I have to be sedated every time.
The irrational part is that I’m scared I will get trapped in the machine when there’s a shooter in the hospital. My head is enclosed in a cage that’s attached to a board so it would not be easy for me to just wiggle out. Every time I go I have the staff show me how to undo the cage from the board. They’re obviously used to it because they show me every single time.
Your only mistake there was not burning the house down before asking your DH.
Oh dear Lord - I can't even think about having another MRI. I went into the first one without having any idea; how bad could it be, right? Mine was the head-first-into-the-tube-locked-into-the-face-cage kind and involved an injection of tracer-dye part of the way through that I couldn't see coming. Bar-none the longest 42 minutes of my life. Honestly, I am a very cool-cucumber but I barely made it through and I simply don't know that I could bring myself to have another one.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - MS is a tough, tough row to hoe and all too common an affliction for Canadian women.I have many sleepless nights in the week coming up to my next one. There probably will come a point where I’ll start declining. It’s not a preventative thing, or treatments are based off it, it’s just to see the advancement of lesions. That happens whether or not it can be seen and it’s getting depressing to know I now have eight areas of my brain that are dead.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - MS is a tough, tough row to hoe and all too common an affliction for Canadian women.
I hear you.Thank you. I wasn’t posting for sympathy, though, I’m just at the don't give a darn portion of my life lol
I am ignoring my doctor and nurses right now because I’m tired of doing the monthly blood work. This year marks 20 years since I was diagnosed..and I’m ‘only’ 42. Im tired of the whole thing.
Sorry, mini vent done
Being trapped in an mri machine
Had to google it - I hear you.
Dentists. I'm not sure you can call it irrational, necessarily, because I've had two very extremely traumatic experiences involving dentists that caused me to develop the fear. In both of them the dentists behaved unprofessionally (although one was much, much worse than the other) so it's probably a pretty rational fear.