The day I have been dreading for two weeks.
Ever since I learned that I needed to have an MRI with contrast, and what it entailed, I have been flipping out.
I am talking cold sores, nightmares, the works.
I watched some videos of it being done to people...bad, bad idea. They were screaming, yelling, and banging their fist on the table.
And yes, the needle really is 5 inches long going into your groin. Rock on.
The doctor gave me three Valium to take before the procedure. One an hour before, and the other two if I needed them.
I was so freaked out when it was time to go, that I popped all three in.
I was in a cold sweat the whole time I was getting changed, and the whole time they were describing what they would be doing. I seriously wanted to cry.
The doctor told me that first he would do the numbing shot. I honestly did not feel a thing. I couldn't believe it. It worried me that maybe it didn't work.
Then he told me he was going to administer "the needle." I totally tensed up, but only felt a tiny pinch. Soon after, one small jolt as he hit the bone, and seriously that was it!!!
They turned the screen to me, so I could watch them inject the steroid and the dye. I wish I had thought to take a picture. It was really cool, and completely pain free! The dye just slowly clouded around my bone and joint.
When all was said and done, I almost laughed because of how much it did not hurt. I think I thanked the doctor 20 times.
Next up was the MRI. All I remember is some weird noises, a very cold table and a small tube. I woke myself up several times from snoring. Embarrassing!
45 minutes later, it was all done!
I was thrilled!
I got home, told Ben I was really tired and tried to tell him about the experience. Somewhere in there he told me I was mumbling and kind of lisping. That was around 5:15pm.
Next thing...I woke up this morning! Still dressed in my clothes from the day before.
Not kidding. I remember nothing from the evening. I do remember bringing kids home from a soccer game, and then...zip. Nothing.
I guess I did talk to a few people, and I held Molly once, (according to my family)but I pretty much went right to bed.
So, so weird. Not a feeling a like at all. I can't stand not being able to remember thing I do. Creepy.
This morning, my leg felt great! They told me it would be extremely sore and painful. I felt nothing!
So, I went to the gym, my friend Karli, took one look at me and told me I looked completely hung over. That is how I felt, I guess. Never had that experience, but I can only guess. I ran 5 miles, and did 30 minutes on the elliptical, and called it a morning.
The whole time I felt fuzzy and nauseous. I think I am still working through the Valium. Geesh.
My leg is still pretty much pain free. I have a few pinches here and there, but I am truly shocked with how the entire thing went!
All of the freaking out for basically nothing.
I get the results tomorrow. Wish me luck...lots and lots of it!