As it approaches the 7th month marker since rupture day I’d just like to thank all those who sent me well wishes for my recent MRI. I really appreciate all your kind thoughts and a big shout out goes to my Insta support network of fellow survivors who are all constantly cheerleading each other on. Many of you are asking how it all went well I’m afraid I don’t know yet as the results are not in. I do know however to not be afraid so don’t worry for me. How I look at it is I survived emergency brain surgery once so planned surgery will be a breeze right?! Plus if I do need a recoil I get to stay in Addenbrooke’s again and I’m not sure if it was the Oramorph but I quite liked it there!
As it was approaching the half anniversary of the day my dear aneurysm exploded I was awaiting that appointment letter. My mouth dropped when I saw that my MRI had been scheduled for 7.30am please arrive 15 minutes early. We live a huge two hours away from Addenbrooke’s so we had to prepare for an adventure. Fortunately the appointment landed in half-term so we decided to drag the boys out of bed and make a day of it. Jedi was excited at the prospect of getting up at 4am, the rest of us not so. We all got to bed early and I set my alarm for 4am only to see the list of preset alarms named ‘Nimotop’ which used to wake me up every 2 hours so I can take that evil sleep killer Nimodopine.
We arrived at hospital so early that they hadn’t even fired up the machinery so I was asked to fill in some forms and declare that I still wasn’t pregnant and sent to another department. This was before the clock change so the sun was coming up as we made our way over. I didn’t feel nervous at all. They asked me if I’d had an MRI before and I said apparently so. It’s only recently that I realised that I don’t really remember it.
I had various brain scans starting with a CT at the NNUH A&E. I remember vaguely being told I would need a MRI with contrast early on the Saturday morning after rupture day. I remember being injected and feeling like my veins were on fire and I remember hearing a voice inside the machinery what I don’t remember is the extreme lack of space! On this occasion the radiographer said to me as she wedged my head in, ‘you might want to close your eyes’ I soon realised why and I did. The machinary is air-conditioned so when you close your eyes your brain tricks you into thinking you are surrounded by open space but the rebel in me wanted to look, I did and soon closed them up again. For the life of me I can’t figure out how I can’t remember my first MRI because the second is something that I will not forget and if I do (which I can’t imagine happening) I’ll get a reminder in a year and then another in 5. The noise is insane as well as the general loud humming it sounds like an enormous photocopier. When I was brought out I felt a little disoriented and had a little glance at the screen so I could see what my brain looked like. I want to see the aneurysm really, I’m not sure if this is possible. If anyone knows if I can get copies and how that’d be great. I’d love to have them on my wall!
When we left it looked like day and we headed over to the car park. I’m still wowed by the fact that the hospital has multistorey carparking. Our own has surface parking and there are very few spaces. Wayne made a comment about the parking fee and I said that I thought it was a bargain price for an MRI.
We took the boys to The Science Centre which we weren’t wowed so much by. It was tiny, crowded, noisy. The boys seemed to like it but we couldn’t really enjoy any of the activities because it was so busy. After lunch we went to the Sedgwick Museum of Earth Sciences instead of going back now this we were wowed by. Meow-Cat has a fascination with stones. He’s always collecting them, I’ve caught him squirreling them away in his pocket whilst he thinks we’re not looking. He calls them his gems so he loved looking at all the semi-precious stones and picking out his favourites. A volunteer showed them fossils and bones and they looked at the displays of ‘sea monsters’ and Jedi was pleased because he got to go to a ‘real museum’. Apparently dinosaur bones is the crucial defining factor to make a museum ‘real’.
If there’s one thing that I’ve learnt about being a parent is that absolutely anything can be an adventure. I can turn most things into a day out, hair cuts, dentist appointments and even MRIs. The boys talk about that day fondly. ‘Do you remember that day when you went to get your head tested mummy?’