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*written pre-mri*

 

Ah, the age old dilemma of do I drink a lot so they have a fighting chance of finding my veins, or do I abstain in hopes of making an hour laying on my stomach more comfortable?     (cue rabbit hole of internet research about caffeine before a breast MRI, despite the MRI center saying nothing to me about it)

 

I took out all my jewelry and just stared at the old altoids tin I put it all in.  And felt strange about it, like I'm somehow doing jewelry wrong.    I definitely have many pieces of jewelry, but they all stay on my body 99.9% of the time.  As in I've gone entire years without changing my jewelry.    8 earrings, the two keys, the two tiny amethyst dangles from jade and four of those hoops that I used to buy by the handful from hippie stores in Northampton or in malls and now I can't find.

 

Two necklaces, a bezel-set diamond that's my engagement ring and a thin chain with half of a friendship locket (tasteful, of course) I bought Delight and myself, and another...charm, I guess of three tiny keys. 

 

A bracelet that is my wedding ring.

 

one pair of the earrings, the chain and one of the charms on the necklace and the bracelet (as well as Light's wedding ring) all come from the same jeweler.  I have a jeweler, I'm pretty sure.  Which feels so oldfashioned and boston brahmin of me.

 

And now I'll have "and this is good old boston/ land of the bean and the cod, / where the lowells speak only to cabots/ and the cabots speak onl to god"

 

There's a local pride joke (like pride of place, not queer as in fuck you pride) about someone who had moved to new england a couple generations back asking if they were yankees yet, to which the wizened old farmer replies "if your cat had kittens in the oven, you wouldn't call em biscuits"

 

So far in my life, I've ended up not being able to keep 2 labia, one tragus, one cartiledge, and one eyebrow and a tongue piercing.  A couple of those got redone and then lost again.  

 

Here's to it going as swiftly as possible, me returning home and doing all the silly things I have to do.  

 

*written post-MRI*

 

it's done.  they had to redo the whole thing, so I went into that building at 8:30 and came out at 11:00.  I feel sort of fuzzy, and have decided that fuck the cravings it might trigger, next boob MRI totally merits ativan.  This was the first MRI that felt hot, and the first MRI that triggered any sort of physical response (twitchy and buzzy left hip) and both of those were desperately uncomfortable but I kind of forgot I should maybe tell the tech about them.  But at least I got to skip the contrast.

 

Now to fall down.

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 I was going to ETA the last post, but my indignation and almost-anger can not be contained in such a way.

I just got a call from the MRI office that I have to go back because "the system didn't upload the entire order" and so two more views are necessary.

7:10am next Friday.  MRRRR.  I may stock up on breakfast ice cream beforehand.