I like to keep moving. I'm not even good at lingering in relaxed settings, like a spa. So when I learned my MRI would be 45 minutes, I tried not to panic. On my stomach, arms over head... squeeze bulb in hand if I needed help. How is this possible?
But I made it though! The medley of jolting sounds almost amused me. The machine gun sounds put me in the scene of a movie. I tried to make up a song to the techno beat that intruded for a while. The rumbling rhythm reminded me of those stupid "Magic Fingers" that vibrated motel beds in the 1960's... and it soothed just about as poorly. Best of all, I kept from squeezing the bulb. I didn't want to risk having to start over!
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!