Some weeks are slow- this last one hasn't been.
We all got sick again. All of us. First me (with a cough), then Lily (with a runny nose), then Noah (with a baby cough- poor thing), and finally Jason (who has the zombie death plague from Mars. or he is being dramatic). I'm pretty sure, in the last 4 months, the number of days that none of us have been sick.. is about.. I don' t know.. five?
During this round of germs, I also had 4 cavities drilled and filled- 3 new and 1 old one that had broken. I got to take Valium- for the first time in my life. I don't know how much it calmed me down before hand (I guess it did), but I did amuse myself by saying "wheeeeeee" a few times before we left the house. Also, my mind was surprisingly "quiet".. not 8 million mommy/household-running tasks and thoughts in my head- I really just didn't think about anything. It was.. pleasant.
I got laughing gas, although after it was on my face for over an hour, my head hurt so much I felt I was a lot closer to the ceiling than I obviously was. So they turned it off. They also had a lot of trouble getting my mouth numb and I got 4 (5?) shots of Novocaine. Which apparently is a lot. But it's all done now. Hopefully.
I finally saw one of my doctors, after weeks and weeks of cancelled appointments (mostly on their part). She prescribed me some horse pills to take. (Neigh.) I can't help thinking now, how I've become such an old person taking all sorts of pills and I never appreciated enough, when I didn't have to take anything.
Then, just so I'd feel extra decrepit, I went off to my 3rd MRI.
(I told Lily I was going to hang out in a magnet machine. That they were going to find out if I'd been eating magnets. That they were going to find out if she'd been feeding me magnets in my sleep. She insisted that she hasn't been. Hmm- we'll see.)
Here's the thing about having a MRI.. if you have young children and aren't claustrophobic.. it probably will be a pleasant experience. I'm not gonna lie, besides the whole 'obviously I'm not getting better' aspect of it, I enjoy going. A MRI is somewhat serious so the staff is very nice. They explain everything, you get pillows, offered blankets and headphones, etc. Then you lay down in a tube. And really the super loudness of it all is kinda just "white noise." I close my eyes and think about how small I am in comparison to the world.
It freaks me out a little.. and I miss my children. I think about how grateful I am that I can walk into a MRI on my own and that I'm not worse off.
This time I also thought: I wonder if this is what heaven is like. This reminds me of Tron. It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic. MRI technology is so.. alien. I wonder what protects the people in the other room from this much magnetic.. all day long.. every day? I wonder what kind of music people say they want to listen to through the headphones? I forgot how hot it gets in the tube once the magnets get going. Am I moving? I feel like I'm moving. I wonder how much the techs freak out when they see something really bad during a scan? I wonder what their office Christmas parties must be like.
Etc. I was in there for awhile this time.
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