The Belle of Cowbell: The Bipolar Therapist from Willow Grove, PA: MRI Machine

Thursday, April 14, 2022

MRI Machine - Susan Hayward Film

The opening on my MRI was far smaller than this. They cover you up and keep you warm. My knees were bent over a cushion.jecMild cognitive impairment, I answered, when asked why I was there.

When I came out at the end, I said it reminded me of Margaret Atwood's THE HANDMAID'S TALE. I did not see the film series though.

Any refreshments? I asked when I was finished.

Some juice would have been nice.

So upstairs I go. Injected 13 units of Lantus.

CLANG CLANG CLANG went the MRI machine.

It will sound like a jackhammer, said Donna something or other.

I could not wait to come out and tell her she was correct.

Altho I have had a few MRIs in my life, I rarely remembered anything from the enormous CLANGs which I attempted to incorporate into the jazz music I asked to be piped in.

Everything off but your panties.

Put on the robe, my heart dropped, and tie it on the side.

I walked out of the room but forgot to remove my slacks.

Can't even follow instrux, you Baby, I said to myself.

The whole thing took 20 minutes but seemed so much longer.

Your head fits in a neck holder, as if they will chop it off.

I did imagine Anne Boleyn and Henry the 8th, mother of the great Elizabeth I, the Virgin Queen.

I had read a lot about her. She always felt betrayed.

INSIDE THE MRI, I felt as if I were in a rocket heading for the moon... or the Ukraine.

CLANG CLANG CLANG

I could barely hear the voices of the helpers. In my hand they gave me something to squeeze in case I wanted to come out.

Nope, I would not do dat.

Ya know those toboggans that go down the slopes so quickly? I also felt like dat.

Was trying to remember a film I watched earlier today. Sentimental with some striking parts. Susan Hayward, the beauty, starred. She was the wife of a reverend who helped everyone, esp b'ful women.

Okay, exhaustion overcomes me. Tomorrow we will talk more.