womp womp womp womp. BANG BANG BANG BANG. CLANGITTY CLANGITTY CLAGITTY. CLANG CLANG CLANG.
Yes, my friends this is what it sounds like inside of a MRI scan. I only had to be in there for 14 minutes but that was long enough.
The technician handed me ear plugs as I laid down. The machine was already making a noise. I didn’t think I really needed the ear plugs for that. I could handle it. After all, I am a first grade teacher.
He told me that would hear a lot of banging and not to move AT ALL. Well, ok then. (Truthfully, my knee started aching about halfway through. I think I was holding my breath because I didn’t want to do this again.)
All week I had been fine. “I’m not nervous about the MRI,” I told co-workers and friends. “I am more nervous about the results and what’s to come,” I said. This is a girl who spent the majority of her teens in tanning beds. (I know, I know. I don’t go anymore but I did during 2000-2001 prom season.) Surely, it couldn’t be any worse than that. I mean, a tanning bed actually closes over you.
Ok, here’s the truth. That noise was scary. Not in the way that I felt like I was going to be harmed scary, but in the way that haunted houses are scary. You know that nothing’s actually going to happen to you but there’s still a healthy fear there.
Not only was I in this tiny enclosed space, but it was so loud. Literally, my head is throbbing right now, but inside there I was not hurting. I was nervous. Irrational anxiety hit me like a ton of bricks.
I just started praying and praising. Worship over worry, right? I’m thankful to be healthy, to have an able body, even if I can’t run right now. It will come, all at the right time. I could be battling much scarier things than a bum knee. I know that and do not want to take that for granted. I’m grateful the overabundance of people who care about me and share a common thread in my life. I’m overwhelmed by the love I feel that I desire to share what I can with others so that they may make their lives shine brighter. As the name states, I live with an overwhelmed heart and for that I express gratitude. So, no matter what that scan reveals, I know that I have enough.
Have you ever had an MRI or a scarier scan?
What has your worse injury been? How did you overcome it?