It’s 9pm, and I’m sitting here waiting to be loaded onto a table, have my head clamped into some odd retaining/imaging device, and be slid into a tube just barely large enough to contain my body.
I usually choose an evening scan at a facility that’s closer to our house than the main MGH campus because there’s something oddly relaxing about being one of a couple people in a medical facility late at night. Also, I enjoy the waiting room music. Right now, I’m appreciating the synth line in “Funkytown.”
Even with the evening-induced spa vibe (we have 10,000 Maniacs on the speakers now), I still experience this lovely feeling so accurately captured by the portmanteau, “scanxiety.” I guess it only takes one experience of having your reality utterly shattered by an MRI to leave you perpetually in fear of that simple, black and white, “contrast-enhanced” image.
As I sit here and listen to Nickelback’s “Gotta Be Somebody” (so long, spa vibe!) I’m willing my brain to be free of tumor. Wish me luck!
All of my thoughts are with you, Hoover. Hoping for the best results possible.
Good luck! I can only imagine the anxiety that would accompany being in a tube while nickleback is playing. And the scan stuff too. Thinking about you in this trying time.
Sending you lots of good juju!
Whishing you all the luckiest luck and good vibes in the world! Also, sorry about the Nickelback.
Good luck, Aaron.
thinking of you often and greatly appreciating your updates and incredible positive energy.
Liebste Grüße, Kate
Thanks, Kate! I hope to see you back home in KC sometime soon.
Taco body taco body taco body moooovin’
Once you hear it you will never unhear it 🙂
*this comment brought to you by me reading your recent posts backwards, relieving me of any sympathetic scanxiety
I’m ok with not unhearing things these days. Little R has been singing Old Town Road for several months straight now.