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I spent the day having my shoulder MRI'd.

Step 1: dye injection. I lay in front of the CT scanner so they could see where they needed to inject the dye because it had to go right into the joint. The nurse stuck a grid pattern on my back. Then, after some moving in and out of the scanner, she returned and put a tiny mark on my back. Then the doctor came in and explained what would happen.

He would give me a local, then he'd inject the dye,then he'd inject some saline. The local stung a little for a few seconds.

"You won't feel a thing, said the doctor lying to the patient," said the doctor, (actual words by doctor)
"Actually, you'll feel a tinge. But first I have to make sure the needle is in the joint," he added.

So he stuck the needle in - I didn't feel anything - and he put a lead-lined hazmat apron so the nurses could move me back into the scanner and scan. Apparently he got it in.

"Good. Now I'll inject the dye. Tell me if you feel the tinge."
After a few seconds I felt the pain tingle in my shoulder. "Tinge!" I said.
"Good that it's going in the right place? Or good that it hurts?"
"Both!" he said happily.
I could really feel the dye going in now. "Tinge! Tinge! Tingetingetingetinge!"
"Hmm... you really shouldn't feel that." After a few seconds he said "All done! Now I'll inject some saline. It'll feel like someone is pushing a tennis ball into your back.

He was right - it did!

Step 2: MRI. I had to put in some high-density foam earplugs and head phones, then lie on the table and relax completely and stay still while the techs pack foam pieces around me so that I wouldn't move. My shoulder was clamped in a shoulder... clamping... thingy. A panic button was given to me to squeeze if I panicked. Because nothing metal could be in the scanner, the panic button was an air bulb connected to a tube that lead to a sensor outside the room. Music was piped to the headphones the same way. And then into the narrow tunnel for the MRI. The music in the headphones was barely audible over the noise of the MRI. I closed my eyes and spent 20 minutes trying to stay absolutely still. It's very difficult, even clamped in foam and shoved into a long tube.

And then it was over. In the end I was given a DVDR of the scans, and went home.

Medicare covered it all because it wasn't for workplace injury insurance. Which was nice.

Crossposted from Dreamwidth.

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Whatever all that shite was for, I hope it can be fixed. Feel better, mate.

My shoulder is not improving. My GP wants to know why, and then treatment can start.

I remember the many times I've had to do MRIs, each time was an experience in pain. During the first time, it was during a hospital stay in the early morning, right after they had brought me tea and biscuits; And 10 minutes into the MRI the tea wanted out... NOW! That was the time my back was broken in two places after a construction accident. They also had found a point when my tailbone had been broken and healed poorly from when I was very young, so the machines do work incredibly well.

I hope your shoulder does mend well, and that you'll be able to put this all behind you quickly.

I ate and drank sparingly before the MRI for that exact reason.

I am glad you are feeling better . . . I hope the shoulder gets better. I just finished up two sessions of eye surgery.

I see a doctor soon to get the results.

And I hope the eyes are doing well.

What they ^^^^ said :)

How long until you get the radiology report back do you think?

Good thoughts for a happy outcome!


I see the doc on the 7th to get the verdict.

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