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!
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 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.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!