Friday, April 12, 2013


I had an MRI done for the first time this morning.  I haven't written about it here, but last week I had another episode with my back, and it was worse than it's ever been before.  I couldn't find a spot that wasn't agony (I actually screamed at a few points), and even on heavy painkillers and two muscle relaxants, I couldn't walk for the first few hours.  I've never felt pain like that before, and looking back on it is fascinating.  The best way I've heard it described is like a charlie-horse in the middle of your body, that will not go away when you stretch the muscle.  After four days off of life, I'm feeling significantly better, but still not 100%.  I have an appointment with the doctor on Thursday, and will hopefully start physical therapy shortly after that.  Needless to say, my schedule and my exercise took a hit, but it was interesting to just have to put everything aside for a while and experience my body.

But that's not really what I wanted to say here.  What I want to say is that the MRI was a deeply pleasant experience for me.  Park West Radiology was lovely, and I was in the machine for about a half hour.  Lying in corpse pose and listening to music and the banging of the machine during that time was meditative for me.  I know it would have been a very different (agonizing - I couldn't lay flat or still for that long) experience last week, but with most of the pain subsided, it was wonderful.  For that half hour, I was just there, admiring human achievement and marveling at my own existence. 

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