Okay lads, full disclosure. I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to talk about this week so I’ve decided to chat a bit about my first (and hopefully last) MRI. I had to get one this week after messing my back up about 2 months ago. I was perfectly on the mend with it until I tried to exercise again and brought myself back to square one.

All that the doctors seemed to be doing any time I visited was put me on heaps of strong painkillers. A very temporary solution. Luckily, my chiropractor took a bit of initiative after I reinjured it and booked me in for an MRI.

I’m not even going to pretend like I wasn’t bricking it going in, I had absolutely no idea what to expect. Anyone I spoke to before it just told me “I hope you’re not claustrophobic”. Of course I’m not, who’s afraid of Santa? (badum-tss…)

I was also expecting a ridiculously long wait time as Ireland is notorious for having patients wait ages for stuff like this. Lucky I literally only had to wait a week for mine!

It really wasn’t as bad as I thought, even though I didn’t know what to think. I arrived nearly an hour early but that ended up working in my favour and they did it straight away. I had to fill out some questionnaires to make sure I had nothing metal in me and promise that my heart won’t give out halfway through before getting started.

It all went swimmingly until it came time for me to start getting ready. This is where it goes downhill. I was shown to a little changing room and given a gown thing and was told that I had to strip my pants off and put the gown on. Of course I put it on backwards and was sent back to the changing room to fix it. I really don’t know what made me think you put it on like a jacket as opposed to how you put on literally every other medical gown. I’ll blame the painkillers.

Here’s a stock MRI machine I found online…

This wasn’t the end of the awkwardness either. I had taken off all my jewellery so it doesn’t get stuck to the machine or something. Obviously I forgot to take my bracelet off so was asked to remove it before they slid me in. It took me much longer than I’m willing to admit to take the bracelet off, my brain went blank and I just couldn’t get it open. Tragic. Eventually it came off and I was slid into the machine.

They really weren’t joking when they said that they hoped I’m not claustrophobic. If I had lifted my head too fast in there I would have broken my nose. The hardest thing about the whole ordeal is having to stay perfectly still. I have extremely restless legs as it is so keeping them still for 15 minutes straight was a tough feat (or should I say feet! hahahahahasorry).

While the gown and the bracelet fiascos were quite awkward. They’re nothing in comparison to what happened straight after I got out. So the machine is quite loud and they give you headphones to listen to the radio. The headphones were quite crap and I couldn’t hear a thing from them (but that’s beside the point). Once I’m slid out I go to take them off my head. SNAP. They broke clean in half. I’d like to apologise to anyone getting an MRI after me that day as they had no crappy headphones to help stop the noise. Luckily the nurses were super nice and told me that they were all flimsy anyway so I don’t feel too bad. Needless to say, they won’t forget me in that MRI center anytime soon.

That’s my back there for anyone interested

I did find it strange that you get literally no feedback after. You’re just given a disk and sent on your way. I sent my disk to the chiropractor so hoping for news on a result soon. I did, however, take a look at it myself first. Obviously, I couldn’t make heads nor tails of it but I did spot that it picks up your testicles in the scan. There’s a fun MRI fact for ye now folks. Don’t say you don’t learn anything here.

So there you have it, my extremely interesting MRI story. They’re not all that they’re hyped up to be. I hope there’s not too much actually wrong with my back, time will tell I guess!

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Until next time,

UPDATE: It’s fucked

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