Until the MRI. The anxiety is coursing through my every nerve ending. Zip! Bang! Boom! I’m hoping for a KO with the Ativan tomorrow morning.
liz | 1:08 PM | Uncategorized
Liz Spikol was born in Philadelphia sometime in the 20th century. She started writing about her experience as a person with mental illness in 1999, while employed at Philadelphia Weekly as the paper’s managing editor. Aside from serving as that paper’s web editor, music editor, staff writer, senior editor, executive editor and a host of other random roles that she couldn’t make up her mind about, she has also worked as a Spanish teacher, as a Certified Peer Specialist during Philly’s system-wide transformation and as a communications specialist for a prison reform organization. Currently, she works at the Mental Health Association of Southeastern Pennsylvania and writes book reviews for PW. This blog — named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 and 2008 by PsychCentral — is about medications, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, OCD, PTSD, SAD (and many other acronyms), mad pride, Big Pharma, celebrities, hospitals, stigma and the recovery movement. And other stuff.
Oh Sweetie,
Some years back, I had to have an MRI on my head. Normally claustrophobic, I kept telling myself that I was free to leave at any moment.
I wasn’t prepared for the loud banging noise. But I got through it. So you surely can.
I hear they hand out head-sets these days, which would be great if you could keep them. A sort of MRI swag gift.
I made sure to get copies of mine, this way, whenever there’s any doubt, I can point to pictures that prove I have a brain.
I don’t recall if you’ve had ECT. Me, I had about twenty-two. I’d take twenty MRIs before I have any more ECTs. And that would be just to get the head-sets.
Good luck.
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