I had an mri today. My first one ever. And hopefully, it will come back to show that my brain is beautiful and perfect.

The back story:
I've had vertigo for over a year now and no one can figure out why. Although I've improved to the point to living my life with some limitations and frustrations, it has gotten much better than the bedridden for days, vomiting me that I was last year. Allergy testing, sinus surgery have all had their go at curing me, but to no lasting improvement. The mri was the next diagnostic step.

Yesterday, I was nervous about the procedure. I am scared of enclosed spaces and was imagining the worst when I went to the imaging center today. And the center also has bad memory associations as well as this is where my dad was diagnosed, in the same machine actually. I was pretty jumpy last night. And didn't really lie down until 4am.

When I woke up this morning, I felt stronger. I can do this! I had told myself that I could reschedule if I was too anxious. I had set up some safety nets as well. My spa partner had rescheduled her appointments and was going to drive me to the appointment. During our first appointment of the day, Teresa got the stomach flu and was puking her guts out.

So, I drove myself. I went in to the procedure by myself. And I did fine. The staff was so nice and told me about the full diagnostic time and kept a time countdown for me. They were wonderful. I almost fell asleep in the middle of it.

And the moral of this story? Sometimes you can deal with things. Sometimes you can't. And either is okay. Just trust yourself to know you will be strong again. And now to wait for the results. Yikes!