It was quite routine, all things considered. After removing her glasses and any metal objects, Herself was placed in the standard supine position for the MRI. The technician taped her feet together at the proper angle and then set, adjusted and plugged in some equipment of an unknown type across her hip region. She was warned not to move or to breathe deeply during the procedure, and then was moved into the machine.
She had an unexpected surge of anxiety when her elbows bumped the sides of the machine, necessitating the drawing of her arms even more closely to herself. Being confined and immobilized, even in a safe environment, is still far more difficult for her than she thinks it should be. She closed her eyes -- it was disconcerting to see the edges of the machinery so close to her -- and thought back to the climbing of Guadalupe Peak. If that could be accomplished, then twenty minutes in the MRI machine could be accomplished as well.
And indeed, a short time later she was done. She promptly wiggled all her toes and stretched out her arms, and removed herself as expediently as possible from the confines of the machine. Later at home, she viewed the images on the disk that she will bring to the orthopedist. Fascinating, and slightly disturbing, were the black-and-white pictures. She cannot determine what -- if anything -- was revealed by the MRI.
We will find out in a few days' time.
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