Never a good combination.
We drove to Corpus this morning for an appointment with Judy’s orthopedic surgeon. He fixed her right shoulder a couple years back and it’s still working just fine. Now it may be time for him to do some work on her left one. He couldn’t tell for sure from the X-rays at the appointment, so he got her scheduled into an MRI the very same day. An MRI for my claustrophobe wife. Time for lunch, pick up some drugs from the pharmacy, and drive to the Imaging Center on the other side of town. It’s an “open” MRI, so how bad could it be?
10 mg of Diazepam, an hour or so in the waiting room, and Judy’s getting pretty loaded. When we got into the imaging room and Judy saw the “open” MRI machine, the stakes got higher. Now, not only is it Judy versus the MRI, it’s Adrenaline versus Diazepam. Diazepam was overmatched.
Some careful preparation, minimal straps and restrictions, a little deep breathing, and in she went. They only needed her in the machine for 14 minutes. Judy wasn’t nearly stoned enough for that, but somehow she made it through. We were all exhausted, but she emerged victorious. MRI complete and the machine escaped unscathed.
An uneventful drive home. I expected more snoozing from one of us, but the sedative had been totally neutralized. Judy was even still awake enough to get some food out of the fridge for us for dinner. What a woman!
Next week we’ll find out what comes next for the shoulder.
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