My goodness, I love my husband.
And the Lord is so good for knowing 21 years age when he was forming me in my momma’s tummy that 21 years later I’d be sitting on the couch in a bathrobe smiling and thinking, “My goodness, I love my husband.”
I had two MRI’s in a row yesterday. This is nothing gasp worthy, but I would like to declare it as a little victory. I am terrified of small spaces, and I only say terrified because I’m not confident in my SAT vocabulary enough to think of a more powerful word. Literally, hands shaking, heart dropping, throat clenching terrified. For any of you who haven’t gotten an MRI- don’t. Because the machine lays an inch from your face and yells at you for an hour while you can’t move. And if you move (because, let’s say, you’re so nervous you can’t lay still…or something…) then you have to do that segment again. It is an un-win-able game I tell you.
This photo is so fake its pathetic! Everyone is all smiley and cozy it’s sickening, and the hole of the machine is at least twice as large as any one I’ve ever seen, but this should give you an idea.
I have gotten 5 MRIs before in my little lifetime, and although I don’t have children I think it is somewhat like that. Not the pain of being set on fire part- the part that “once it’s over, you forget exactly what the pain is like. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to do it again.” For some reason though-this one was a little more unapproachable than the ones before. They give you a little clicker in your hand to squeeze incase of emergency so they can run back in the room and take you out of the machine. ‘Emergency’ is clearly subjective, because I pressed it three times before I ever got fully into the machine. After the third time checking on me in less than two minutes, a clearly irritated doctor said ‘Maybe you’re going to have to come back after you have some Xanax for the anxiety.’
The word ‘anxiety‘ worked as a much needed trigger to Oj and my Team Atogwe verse a few months ago:
‘Do not be anxious for anything, but in every situation by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
I sat up straight, said “Let’s do this” very dramatically, and repeated the verse for an entire hour.
This was an enormous triumph for me. Unfortunately-the yelling machine led to a full blown migraine today. I was sure it would be gone by date night, but when 5 o’clock rolled around and I still was walking around in an eye mask, I turned to a bath as my solution. An almost-hot bath with vanilla oatmeal oil fixes everything.
Except a migraine.
So having a normal head was left up to prayer and time- but Oj’s two week long wait to see “Sherlock Holmes” would have to keep on waiting. So now he is spending date night rubbing my neck, singing Colbie Callait (with not a hint of shame) and running errands to pick up corn-free dinner.
He is the very best, and I am so thankful that even a migraine can’t keep us down on date night.
Take that MRI!