MRI

We just got back from the MRI but there won't be much to report until Thursday when we see the neurosurgeon and get the results. The almost hour long wait before actually going back for the MRI felt like days. Why be there at 11 when I'm not even scheduled to go back until noon? It's not like I had to drink dye or anything. I finally went back and laid down on the table while they strapped a cushioned board over my belly. As soon as they put me in the tunnel I felt panicked. I don't consider myself to be claustrophobic but apparently today I was. I had a call button in hand and did everything I could not to press it, I just wanted to get it over with and get us both out of that little place. Naysa didn't seem to like it much in there either, she kicked and punched the board on my belly and I watched it bounce up and down. I knew I had to calm myself for her so I closed my eyes and began to pray and tried to focus on my breathing, even with the loud beeps and clicks all around me. We both calmed down a little after that, well..as much as you can when you feel like you're in a coffin. Thursday can't come soon enough, this is what we've been waiting for and now it's so close. I hope and pray they are results we want to hear.