I participate in research studies. It’s a way of making some good come out of something less than positive. And it’s also the way I can get MRI’s. When I originally had insurance and this started. My first MRIs cost me thousands. Then I had Affordable care and it was reasonable. I am back to corporate insurance and a too high copay.
This study also focuses on the neurologic. Usually, I do those, the blood and the physical first and the 90 minutes or so of MRIs last. This time it was reversed. We needed to be at MRIs first at 9a.m.
I am spoiled. Since I have started working on LI, waking at 4:15 a.m. no longer appeals to me.
I was better able to get to the bus uptown this time. However, I realize that I am no longer able to work in NYC. This is extremely disheartening. We took a slightly later train and ran a little late. It’s two blocks from the main office to the MRI. Unless you have issues walking, you don’t realize that the sidewalk is slightly slanted and is not completely flush. Also, my legs don’t work when I am upset.
I said to Tom “I think I am going to need a wheelchair to make it to the MRI.” Now, they always offer and I always refuse. Once, years ago, I told him I needed a chair and he told me if he had to carry me, it wasn’t happening. He said, I was going to tell you that we need one but thought you would be mad.” Oh well. When we arrived, the research assistant said, “let’s get you a wheelchair.” I nearly burst into tears. Ironically, there’s an underground passage. I could have walked it but we definitely would have been late. And it’s longer.
Now here’s the funny thing, I fall asleep during MRIs. Yup. No problems. See, no one can get me there. No one can call me or email me. They tuck me in with a nice blanket. Could a girl want more? I was signed up for a special one. This time, they made me wear two gowns. LUCKY! So, now is the fun part. I don’t have spectral leg, cane or glasses. They have to carry me onto the machine. I get my nap. They pull me out. I am used to this drill. They usually reposition me and roll me back in. Not this time. We do the carry thing into another room and machine. Ah, that explains the double gown! I settle in to a new machine. They pull me out again. The machine is broken!
Back to the wheelchair. And onto the neurological tests. Well, first I do the physical . My now usual stumble. The thing with the neurological tests is they are usually the same. They read a list of objects and I tell them the list back. I am really good at this. I remember from year to year. LOL. This year they changed the list. Hey, I aced it, no mistakes. There are other tests which I also remember. One I particularly dislike is 6 shapes that you need to sort into 2 groups of 3. I miss some usually. This time I did more combinations than ever. My mind is not declining. Researcher said she won’t tell me what I missed ’cause I’ll remember next year.
Being in a wheelchair was weird. I felt diminished. I was lower than everyone. People moved out of our way. Moving without doing anything was unsettling. On one hand, it was stress-free; on the other it was awful to think that I had come to that.
This cannot continue. I cannot give up. I don’t know what to do.