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Really cannot say a lot about day 2, just normal eat, drink, watch TV, play on my cell, check out Facebook, endured a series of screenings, updates from doctors, chatted with my sister from Pittsburgh, and pretty much typical stuff. By now my apprehension level has lowered a bit, but whenever someone walked into my room, I felt compelled to put on my mask, which I kept in my lap close at hand.
I asked about COVID-19 patients and informed identified patients safely sequestered. Somewhere within the building, they kept staff likewise segregated. I was in the ‘CLEAN wing.’
Every test, lab, and screening appeared normal. They certainly checked me out from top to bottom and all appeared normal. Still, confined until the MRI and echo with bubbles completed, evaluated, and reports compiled. With this news, it became clear I would not be leaving on day 2.
2 am… (Guess this is now day 3) time for the MRI. Any metal floating around in my body? Staples, bullets, joints, dentures, hearing aids, etc. Again, I repeat 2am! The attending tech had me up at 1am to prep me… transportation arrived at 2:30am (only one person on duty)…
The thing about the MRI machine, the hospital has only one working machine. Everyone needing a MRI uses the same machine. Apparently, the MRI machine scheduled twenty-four hours a day. Moving from my room to the MRI location at the other end of the building requires you to move through multiple elevators and hallways. Yes, I thought about all the other bodies moving and breathing through the building. Yes, I thought about all surfaces inside of the MRI as I was heading toward the MRI chamber.
Eventually loaded into the MRI, a tight fit, given head phones and an option of music, chose Enya, instructions repeated, just relax, do not move, given a “panic” button just in case, this will take twenty minutes. Patient table moves. My world closes in. Deep breath. More anxiety. Done.
MRI at 3am… transportation arrived 4:30am… back to bed by 4:45… labs, since I am already awake… breakfast at 8.
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