Wait...you want me to put my boobs where?????

I had a MRI on Tuesday...it was awesome.  I am  not sure exactly what I thought I was getting myself into, but there were several things that I was NOT prepared for.

After I filled out the paperwork I changed into those beautiful gowns - one to open in the back and the other to open in the front.  Super cute.  Then the MRI tech had me crawl up onto a bed.  He happily said, "Let's put the IV in your right arm!"  Ummmm, what?  I did not have any idea that I was going to have an IV which would allow a bunch of glow-in-the-dark medicine to  make its way through my veins to my boobs.  If I had known this, I would not have gone out drinking the day before (I had the day off!) and made sure I drank enough water so that he wouldn't have to dig around in my arm.  Oh well, you live and you learn, right?!?!?

Then I walked over to the MRI machine.  Now, I don't know about you, but when I think of a MRI, I imagine laying on my back.  Oh no....not when you have to have a MRI for your boobs.  Instead, you get to lay on your tummy with your boobs hangin' through these two holes in the table.  No joke.  Not only are my boobs going to be glowin in the dark, but they were just flappin' in the wind.

Then they didn't even have music for me to listen to while I layed there for 40 minutes.  Oh, no.  I got these 1980's style tie-dyed ear plugs.  Awesome. 

Then the "ride" began (I  felt like I was on the Superman roller coaster at Great America in SoCal).  The table rolled back into the MRI machine and it started making this noise that sounded like a really, really awful rave.  I thought I was going to go crazy.

But, the roller coaster came to a screeching halt.  I climbed off the table feeling quite proud that I hadn't thrown up!  Score two points for me!  Plus, no more glow-in-the-dark boobs flappin' in wind!