The waiting game

Tonight was my MRI. When Jamo found out I was going to the doctor again, he said, "You went to the doctor a lot today, mommy." Yup. I hope to get some answers out of all of it! I still need to make the appointment to get the results next week.

When Brad and I were talking over scones, he made an interesting observation. 2 years ago, my mom broke her ankle and a few weeks later, I broke mine. About a year ago, she tore her meniscus and needed surgery. Brad thinks I might have a meniscus injury (though it might not require surgery if that is what it is). He asked that I stop trying to copy my mom's injuries since she also has RA and lymphoma. haha! I love my mommy and would love to be like her, but this is getting to be a bit much. ;o)

So, the MRI wasn't my favorite experience. I'm not a huge fan of pain, but I was told the MRI is painless. And it was. But it was also extremely uncomfortable. I didn't like it. I'd rather have my blood drawn if given the option. Besides being super loud, the sensations were odd. There was a light to the left of my left eye and to the right of my right eye, so keeping my eyes open was annoying. But closing my eyes was really disconcerting with everything happening. I think my knee kept twitching. It was hard to be still for sooooo long. I don't have a problem being still normally, but in the MRI it was totally different. So, I just plan to not get hurt again so I can avoid the experience. :o)