In Which My Back Now Hurts
Posted by admin - 19/06/08 at 05:06:47 pmThe Endocrinologist who wanted me to get the MRI called in a prescription for a sedative for me so that I could be calm when I had the MRI done (because the last one I had done didn’t go so well for me). Well, I picked up the medication with all my other meds so I didn’t really look at the bottle. All I knew was that it was a generic sedative.
So today was my MRI. Because it was scheduled for 7pm, I was to stop eating and drinking at 3pm. Yeah. By 3:15pm, I was sooooo thirsty. Never mind that at 2:30pm, I had drank 3/4 of a gallon of water. According to the radiology department, I could take my sedative with a small sip of water.
I had to be at the hospital for the MRI at 6:30pm to fill out the necessary paperwork, so Nathan came and got me at 6pm and away we went. Before he picked me up, I realized I should take a sedative. I looked at the tiny pills. There were 10 of them. Why 10? I mean, I was only doing this MRI one time. Did I need more than 4 pills? So I took one pill, then debated taking the bottle with me just in case I needed another one, but I decided against it. Yeah, that one pill really didn’t do much. I checked the dosage when I got home and each pill was only .5 mg so I really should’ve taken 2.
As it was, this MRI wasn’t as bad as the first one. The thing with the MRI isn’t that I’m encased in the tube like a sausage. That part actually didn’t bother me. What bothered me was the constant machine-gun fire sound. This MRI still had the sound but it was sporadic. The MRI Tech did the imaging in spurts so I had bits of silence in which to relax. The one odd thing was that I didn have to hold my breath a lot. Which wouldn’t have been so bad had I been on my stomach or if my head/torso been a bit more inclined. But lying flat on my back with my arms above my head sort of squished things and made my sinuses all weird so breathing wasn’t easy and then they wanted me to hold my breath on top of that? Difficult. Luckily, I only had to hold my breath 5 seconds at a time. Unluckily, I had to do that about 20 times.
After about 50 minutes, we were completely done and I was able to go home. Except lying on that table in one position for 50 minutes without moving somehow tweaked my back a little so now I’m having little muscle spasms in my lower right back. It took me forever to get out of the hospital because I had to shuffle like a little old lady.
Once we were in the car, I convinced Nathan to let me treat him to dinner since he ferried me around so we ended up at a Chinese restaurant near the hospital. Nathan had fish, I had mu shu pork, and we split salt and pepper calimari. Mmmm….
Now I’m home, showered, the dog has been walked, and I’m ready to go lie down and watch Olympic coverage (recorded courtesy of my new DVR that I picked up this morning!).
Don’t Freak Out in China When…
Posted by admin - 12/04/07 at 03:04:38 pmHa! I’ve been going through some of my old papers, journal entries and emails from my three years spent in North East China. I came across this list of gems and I thought I’d share with you as it makes for some entertaining reading. It would take ages to explain everything to you, so if you’re not sure or feeling inquisitive about any, please feel free to comment. The following is a list of things I experienced on a daily basis in Changchun between 2003-2005.
Don’t freak out when…
- - you wash your clothes for the first time and your rinse water is black
- - you blow your nose and your snot is black (coal is used in Changchun and the air is full of smoke)
- - your water is turned off
- - you can’t flush your toilet
- - someone of the same gender holds your hand or asks you to dance ( these are signs of friendship)
- - people in crowds get up close and personal (Our sense of space is different from theirs)
- - everyone cuts in front of you in line or you get pushed out of the way
- - people rummage through your grocery cart while you are shopping
- - people randomly shout out, “Hallo!” and then giggle
- - cars, buses, bikes and mule carts do not wait for you to cross the street. Pedestrians do not have the right of way here.
- - you end up driving with a taxi driver who seems to have a death wish
- - people put food on your plate
- - your empty or near empty glass is refilled to the brim
- - someone wants to touch your hair or the hair on your arms and legs
- - people call you fat to your face
- - people stare
- - someone asks you how much money you make
- - someone raises your sweater or shirt to see if you are wearing enough warm clothes
- - you are greeted at the door by family members in long underwear
- - you get on the train and realize everyone is in their long underwear
- - people smoke in the hospitals
- - you visit a doctor in the hospital and your examination room is full of strangers and other medical people
- - the doctors ask you to lie on the table, pull your shirt up, pull your pants down and give a stool sample with 20-30 people watching you
- - the person in front of you spits a big wad of phlegm on the ground
- - someone farts or burps in public
- - you are staying in a nice hotel and in the middle of the night, you get a phone call asking if you need anything special like a massage or a glass of water
- - you experience overt corruption like bribes to police officers or ticket sellers
- - you take the train and everyone uses the bottom bunks, sometimes yours, as the common sitting area
- - the stairway leading up to your apartment is filled with bicycles, trash, vegetables and other assorted pieces of junk







