I had an MRI yesterday.
Magnetic resonance Imaging.
Metal = bad
The day started out with a frustrating “treasure hunt”. I had to search and find clothing that had no metal on it. I’ll do almost anything to be able to avoid wearing a johnny. Which meant it was a giant search through all my clothing to find something that fit let alone had no metal. I seem to have an affinity for clothing that has some metal on it.
Doodads? I have clothing with doodads on them?!?!
I thought I was a pretty plain dresser. Black, jeans, tshirts with skulls. Getting dressed every morning is easy. Put on my jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a regular tshirt ove it and we’re good to go. If I have to leave the house sometimes I’ll ditch the tshirt for a summer dress over it all (I know, I make quite the fashion statement). Find an outfit that has nothing to do with jeans or Husbeast’s hand-me-down tshirts and it sends me in a tailspin. Eventually I got past my little clothing dilema. Well, I got past it enough that I could leave the house.
I get into the MRI room and I’m laid out on the morgue drawer. I’ll admit, it’s a little nicer than a morgue drawer and it is warm in there. The hospitals seem to be all up on the heating thing, no thermostat set at 60F in there. It’s not long before they slide you into a tiny little tunnel that’s making a thump, thump, thumping noise. While in there all you see is white tunnel. Clean white tunnel and listening to thumping.
I’m laying there wishing I had smuggled in a Sharpee. I wanted in the worst way to tag the tunnel “Boogie Wuz here”. I mean, how cool would it be to be slid into one of those things and see all this graffiti from everyone that had been there before. At least it would have been something to do. They don’t let you take your knitting in with you, even if you are using plastic and wood needles.
I know you’re shocked, no knitting.
No knitting allowed inside the MRI tunnel.
If I ever have to do another one, I’m taking a Sharpee.
It didn’t last long and so I left my morgue drawer to go to Joann’s. I needed to get a zipper for the new cardigan. Staring me right in the face was a fabric sale. I knew the spring dresses are out in the patterns too. I decided on the spot I needed to make myself some clothing that fits and has no metal doodads.
I’m particularly fond of this little beauty:
Which in case you couldn’t tell by the small photo up there, I have it in red and in black. The black will be a summer dress, the red will be a button down shirt. Big dreams for a girl with no time, eh?
I will hope that miracles beyond miracles, I get my work done today and I can sew a new frock.