Day 7 - an MRI and I beat my fear without alcohol !
So I had to have an MRI on my arm so they can see what is going on with the tendon. I HATE MRIs - the idea of lying in a noisy, claustrophobic tube fills me with dread ! They put me on my stomach with my arm in basically the most painful position and I had to lie there for 30 minutes. It felt like I was dying and I kept deep breathing and repeating to myself “they’re trying to help you !”... then they made me move my arm and did another bout for c 20 minutes ...but I did it !! Perfect images apparently because I didn’t move ! I’m so proud I’ve bought myself two little salted caramel cheese cakes and I intend to eat both ! At least I’m not guzzling wine as a reward !