Well, I survived the MRI. Actually it wasn't too bad. At first they didn't think I was going to be able to get it done because we couldn't get my earring out. It's the one on the inner part of my ear. The two nurses and I were in the bathroom trying to get it out with tweezers for at least 15 minutes. I've never taken it out and after the experience of trying to on Friday, I fear I never will. At least I'll be a cool Grandma. Since I was getting an MRI of my neck, they were afraid the metal would mess up the imaging. We tried it anyways and luckily it worked.
So the actual experience of the MRI wasn't so much like a coffin as it was like a sammich. They laid me down on a table and put a strap around my shoulders and head. Thank God it wasn't too tight or else I would've freaked. I barely noticed it. Then they just slid a table like thing over me. It hovered over, not pressed up against me. That space helped, plus because the sides were open, I wasn't too claustrophobic. I was like the meat between two slices of bread.... and who doesn't like that?!
The noise of the thing was pretty loud, but I just tried to relax and even dozed off a little at one point. It lasted for about a half an hour. I did my best not think about the fact that I wasn't allowed to move and that helped. It wasn't the most fun experience of my life, but better than expected.
So I got the results back today. Everything is negative. There is nothing wrong with me according to these tests, no discs out, no pinched nerve, no tumor or other growth. I guess I should be glad that nothing is wrong with my neck, but AHHHHH. I just want answers. I can not tell you how frustrating this is.
So, now we're back to square one, probably more blood tests and the neurologist is going to do other examines to look for pinched nerves in areas other than my neck.
In the mean time, I'll stay drugged up and whiney and continue to try to convince myself that I'm not crazy.