Wouldn’t it be easier to switch the channel to Radio 4?
The trouble is that it’s impossible to hear the radio over the noise of the MRI. So listening to Jeremy Vine would be quite wrong. Just as something interesting was suggested, the noise would cover it up. Then at a point of quiet during the scan, all you’d hear is the voice of Barry from Birmingham with something utterly inflammatory and upsetting. That would make anyone cry.
I hope all is well Cracowian.
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At least it is done now. Hope the investigation is positive for you.
Mick
Too depressing except for some of the 6:30 programmes
in my oh so humble opinion
Mick
Too busy digesting my Gruyere and Emmantal fondue, but thanks for the thought.
M
it sort of happened quickly - earphones were whacked on my head - far too loud - I think they went on the premiss (sp) that loud radio music would blot out the noise of the machine - it didn’t ! - no one asked me if I wanted to hear Jeremy Vine - tbh the only thing I listen to on the radio is Classic FM. It seems to have been a case of lets get this guy in situ before he has too much time to think about it. What really worried me was that all my right side sort of got sensory issues - it got gradually warmer. I assumed it was the m.s. but on relection it could have been a case of being gently roasted.
I always feel cold in these noisy beasts, I think if it felt like an oven I would be quite distressed. Fingers crossed for good info and no more MRI time. Mick
When I had my MRI, I used my own silicone earplugs so couldn’t hear the radio anyway. Wishing you lots of luck with the results and hope you don’t have to wait too long.
In my last MRI, I asked for a blanket because I always get cold. Refused music / the radio as it can be very irritating. Accepted earplugs and asked for a wedge under my knees as it’s more comfortable, and told the radiography staff that I’m quite happy, in fact prefer, to be left alone so I can go to sleep, so not to keep checking ‘are you alright?’ They left me to snooze and just woke me up for the contrast dye. §
At my last MRI I forgot about the biro in my shirt pocket and when they turned the machine on the biro shot straight up my nose and into my brain.
Nobody noticed for days until the person who I’d borrowed the pen from asked for it back.
Now when I sneeze I print out shopping lists.
RF
My Last MRI found lots of big black holes in my brain. My neurologist had a bit of a brown knicker moment because he thought they could possibly be something Really Terrible and unrelated to MS, but, boringly, a second contrast MRI demonstrated that they were. I have now been reclassified as SPMS with Relapses and Tumefactive Demyelinating Lesions.
An impressive mouthful given that, as far as I’m concerned, I just have MS.
Fingers crossed for a positive outcome on the lump on your neck Crac.
AV/Nia.
Blimey AV that is a mouthful. Just looked up tumefactive - I’m not surprised your neuro had a special pants moment. Impressive name for MS though. I bet that scares the DWP into just giving you as much money as they can! If it doesn’t, it certainly should.
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Tbh, Ssssue, I don’t think my assessor knew what MS even was, let alone understand the meaning of the word Tumefactive. Fortunately, the outcome of that awful, stressful time of transition from DLA to PIP resulted in a very positive outcome, so I am happily and fortunately sorted for the time being.
AV/Nia
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Bloomin’ heck, a bit scary even though the word sounds interesting. M
Well, if Mr. Rubber Fingers is to be trusted, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAROLE!!!
PS - Is there cake?
Happy Birthday Queen Witch of the Foggy Coven.
And happy Samhain to all the Coven members. Let there be wickedry all evening. Or at least some gin (other alcoholic beverages may be substituted for gin!).
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Of course he’s to be trusted. But only on this one subject. It is indeed Caroles birthday.
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OK, so guess who just fell base over apex in the front garden? I was there one minute, and gawn the next! Fortunately, I fell behind a large bush, so nobody could see me - wot a plonker I felt, eh? So I’ve just finished applying some plasters - don’t you just hate it when there’s too much blood, and especially if it’s your own?
Now, you probably think that I was celebrating Carole’s birthday with a glass or two of gin, but I couldn’t possibly comment!
Aw poor bunny. Too much blood is always horrible. I am sorry. It’s a good thing that no one saw you, but imagine if you couldn’t get up by yourself!! I once fell and landed on my chin on our driveway. No one saw that either. But they couldn’t avoid seeing the aftermath as my chin sported a huge bloody graze and bruise.
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