I would like to say that it's a fun experience, but it's not. While it doesn't necessarily cause pain, the space-age experience still weirds me out a bit. I consider myself almost a pro since I've now had 3 MRIs in the past 8 years or so, 2 in the past two! That would seem to attest to my accident-prone lifestyle. HA. Fortunately I've never had to go totally into the 'tube' or whatever the contraption is called since they've only scanned my leg/foot area, but it very much reminds me of the wonders of modern medicine AND of my mortality - especially after reading up on MRIs and their various uses. Sorry for the existential commentary. The other thought/image that often crosses my mind is of Sigourney Weaver from the "Alien" series. Being shut off in a room that uses magnetic force/waves to see INTO my body seems so sci-fi to me. It makes me feel as though I'm in a spaceship instead of in comfortable and well-heeled Pasadena! Despite worrying about whether an alien was going to jump out at me at any minute, the hardest part of the experience was keeping my foot absolutely still, following specific instructions. Why is it that as soon as you can't move or scratch something, all you can do is think about it moving?!
One fun detail from this time, since my head wasn't going into the scanner, they offered up headphones so I could listen to music. I opted for jazz, for an unknown reason since I hardly consider myself an aficionada. I discovered that Miles Davis and MRIs go well together and would recommend that selection to anyone else who will be going through with that experience! The other strange and kind of cool realization - I just laid there for 30 minutes, listening to jazz and also the weird machinery sounds as it scanned my foot, thinking about recent Cortázar and Borges stories that I'd taught to my AP Lit students, and then my brain wandered to a variety of topics. Maybe I should get a brain scan next time? Or just take more time during my day to sit still and not do anything at all? I always think that I have a need to be constantly moving, but perhaps a dose of conscientious sitting around would do me some good?
I don't have detailed results from the MRI - the doctor did call me this afternoon but I missed his call. He informed me that the results revealed extensive inflammation of the bone, heavy emphasis on the adjective 'extensive' on his part, but no fracture! So, not GREAT news, but not terrible news either. I am actually feeling a bit like a wuss - like I should just get over the fact that my bone is swollen. I'm crazy, I know. Anyway, I'll find out more details tomorrow when I talk to him. Until then, I will keep my fingers crossed that he doesn't expect/demand that I wear a boot. Anything but the boot!