So last week, I went for my very first MRI.
Not very exciting you say. Ok well you might be right.
I mean, it mainly was a lot of waiting, and lying very still.
I had to fill out this questionnaire about myself, before they stuck me in the tube, mostly querying me about the amount of metal in my body, before they stuck me inside a giant electromagnet. Fortunately, metal is something that I do not have much of in my body. However, one question they seemed to really stick on was a tattoo. I’ve had a small one on my back since my twentieth birthday, something I’ve never regretted until that very moment. I mean it’s not like it’s a piercing that I would be able to take out then put back in. It’s been permanently injected into my skin.
So when the technician calls me in and is explaining the whole process to me, I am positively wracked with anxiety, imagining little particles of iron, being ripped out of my body in the exact size and shape of my tattoo.
And then she says nothing. Asks me three times if I have a pacemaker ( geez, I’m 26!), but says absolutely nothing about my tattoo.
All that build up for nothing.
And then she sticks me in a tube, face down, my left arm above my head, and my right knee hiked up. And I have to sit still. For half an hour. Something that I can’t do on the best of days.
So I occupied my time, by letting my mind wander, not concentrating on how I need to keep still, and distinctly focusing on my back, facing towards the large magnet, all my senses tuned in to the slightest inkling of pain.
I can officially report back that my back made it out safe and sound.
Also, if you are curious, this is what else I pondered while stuck in the tube:
– I totally understand why people freak out about these things. It was a tight squeeze in there. Although I did find the lighting in there rather soothing. Very much like the doctor shows you watch on TV.
– The loud beeping noise that the machine made, I think is roughly an E. But I could be wrong. I’m not known for my musical ear.
– I wondered that if I was inside a giant magnet, why my IV didn’t fly out of my arm. Until I noticed when she pulled it out that the sharp wasn’t metallic. Also, I really hate IVs.
Afterwards, on the way home, we stopped at a small locally-owned gas station to grab some drinks. I walked in with my arm taped up and the hospital band around my wrist. On the way out, I leaned over to Mr Ginge, and told him that the cashier is probably at this moment, writing my license plate number now, and listening intently to the radio and TV, to hear about any random psych ward escapees in the area.
He told me to stop watching so many movies.
Banana Streusel Coffee Cake
makes 1 cake
For the cake:
- 2 cups flour
- 1/2 tsp baking soda
- 1/2 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 cup butter, softened
- 1 1/4 cups sugar, divided
- 2 eggs
- 1 cup mashed banana
- 1/2 cup sour cream
- 1 Tbsp cinnamon
For the streusel topping:
- 1/4 cup butter, softened
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1/4 cup flour
- 1/4 cup oats
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- Preheat the oven to 350°F. Grease and flour a loaf pan.
- In a bowl, mix together the flour, baking soda, and baking powder.
- In another bowl, cream together the butter and 1 cup of sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the eggs one at a time, beating until slightly thickened.
- In a small bowl, mix together the banana and the sour cream. Add the flour mixture to the butter mixture, alternating with the banana mixture, until smooth and combined.
- Mix together the remaining sugar and the cinnamon. Spread 1/3 of the cake batter into the bottom of the prepared pan. Sprinkle half of the cinnamon sugar mixture over it. Repeat with another layer of batter and cinnamon sugar, then top with the remaining batter.
- Work together the ingredients for the streusel topping with your fingers until it is combined and is slightly crumbly. crumble over the top of the batter.
- Bake in the preheat oven for 45-50 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean.
- Let cool for 10 minutes in the pan, then remove from the pan to a wire rack to cool completely. Slice and serve.
Apparently, I can let my imagine run wild sometimes…..
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