I had a scheduled MRI of the head today (ruleout any issues in my skull that might have been causing my recent headaches) and since I'm claustrophobic, I took an anti-anxiety medication first. I find that thrashing and screaming is not conducive to MRI exams, generally speaking.
It had a bit more of an effect on me than I expected. Here's a bit of my day.
Wake up, take pill. Forget all actions before the doorbell rang as Wil arrived to drive me to the exam.
Enter Wil's car and begin to program the GPS. Wil hands me remote control for the Tom Tom. Memory ends.
Arrive at the parking lot of the center. Memory ends.
Enter the building, ask directions, notice an Au Bon Pain.
Check in at the MRI place, go to another window and sign some consent forms. Memory ends.
Taken to the area with gowns, where you can lock up your stuff. I seem to remember the key being on a long wooden stick. I remember putting on gowns.
Someone tells me to lie down on a bed. They put headphones on me. I vaguely recall bad lite FM style music. Memory ends.
At some point I open my eyes, look at the machine, close eyes and go back to sleep.
At another point I wake up suddenly and move around. I'm worried I've ruined the test.
My next memory is at Au Bon Pain, where I'm pretty sure I got a bagel, and we decide to go to Panera Bread instead. I don't know how this happens.
I have no recollection of arriving at Panera, nor of ordering. I do have a memory of eating some soup-in-a-bread-bowl and giving Wil the bacon from my half-sandwich.
Somehow we go to a Korean deli and I end up with Mochi, Kim Chi and a strawberry drink I haven't had since Japan. Memory ends.
I take my cat from the bedroom out to the lawn and lay on the hammock. Several hours pass. During that time I must have checked email on my phone, because I responded to a few people.
I wake from the hammock (I'm assuming) and eat a Mochi. It's the first I recall eating. There are lots of wrappers around. Memory ends, but apparently I left the cat in the kitchen.
I head upstairs where it seems I write some blog content and deal with some IMs. I might have just agreed to launch a blog about women's foot issues, for all I know.
Abby comes home and we notice that there's one Mochi left, out of the eight-pack. I begin to congeal memories again but I'm still acting odd. We go to dinner and i eat rice pudding while she has fish. And I'm pretty sure i stopped for a slice of pizza, but I'm hazy. Mind you, this hazyness is a good 11 hours after I took the meds.